A CRAZY THEME

sulking penetrates in deep veins, 
deliverer becomes bald, 
jumps to his death in scorching sun, 
a starfish inherits the costume of 
skull and crossbones – 

the cynosure tries to wear a crown 
of hawthorn for the freedom of soul, 
the bonds of pink capped dahlias, a version 
of milky smiles, in a battle of withdrawls, 
it was impossible to wrench the crumbling style, 

the caterpillars were walking with iron shoes 
never to become butterflies, the secret 
of eggs will be buried in bitterness of separation, 
I was drowning but for my faith for the river 
flowing in my back yard.

Satish Verma