GENEROSITY

Velvet thorns 
become signature 
of my pain and joy. 

Body paints the naked earth 
blue. Eyes in hot desert 
search red poles and blue moon. 

Emotional strife: 
dripping accidents with sum flowers, 
extremely talkative. 

Then the words litter 
on white paper. Very sad, 
you leave nothing between the waits. 

Dawn to dusk, pleasing the gods. 
An owl on each branch 
disregarding the stars.

Satish Verma