BALD SKY

The fall 
was imminent 
on the moment of complete truth. 
I was talking of annihilation 
standing on scaffolding of fear. 

Walking on burning coals 
was a sacred commitment, 
a spiritual solidarity, 
with lake salt  
to lift the spirit 
of sagging trees. 

Of freedom of body 
in camps of violence. 
Without sound, I wanted to see 
the creation in nothing. 

Anything was happening 
under the bald sky.

Satish Verma