OTHER GOD WAS SLEEPING

Time within the earth hour 
was lengthening. 
The other god was sleeping. 

Becoming was inviting the death 
while climbing. 
Frostbite amputates the memory. 

Ending without beginning, 
I was asking the seeker to stop 
searching the answers. 

The houses were burning on the road, 
silence, had a vertical sound, 
no words, no tongue. 

Death had tears of blood 
riding on the horseback 
it was charging on the wandering incense.

Satish Verma