EMPTYING

perversity behind the orbs tilts, 
scatters the fragile cohesion, a spectre 
looms on the wrinkled face of an old tree, 

the bee-eaters have flown away; 
annual rings on wooden panels were defying the age 
of smile on the mouth of bright doors 

petitioning to the naked beams of body; 
infusion of totality for antimutagens 
of nude spiders weaving a lethal design: 

the tender fall of deathless night on 
forgetfull; I am ready to reach the bottom 
of fear, bring out the poison for celebration, 

unveiling the apes of tomorrow on the 
black prints of dragonflies stumbling out 
from golden words

Satish Verma