BEAST AND LOVERS

In the orbit, fear was invisible; 
was not seeking anything, just wanted 
to become a stone; 

break my body into seven rocks, 
each one becoming a rhyme 
never to die; 

said, I am, now, is, not mildewed 
past, not grizzly future. 
Every moment myself. 

Tree, river, cloud and mount 
become aboriginal alphabets. 
Sun walks alone. 

Behind the death, another miracle 
seals the lips of a dumb; 
Only eyes will speak now.

Satish Verma