* BALD AND PAINFUL

in emptiness staying aloof 
to set the wings free, 
a shadow self without flesh and bones 
to rip out the enormity of silence 

of words, cold in the face of duality 
metaphysical but of somber echo of tension 
between reconciliation and deep anger 
causing a long flight of fantasy 

of grains sprouting after self-denial at 
the turf of remembering deep, it would be 
a comeback for the pelting rain on the swan - 
song of a sizzling desert, 

the omnivorus sanity of claws in the golden 
fabric of blood caked body of a star 

* On the death of Jade Goody

Satish Verma