DYING TO LIVE

Eight kisses of death and I am alive 
My chest is still bleeding 
Come brother, come, 
stitch my wounds. 

Whom shall we believe, rebirth 
or life after death? 
Both are study of wasteland. 
To speak through angels is difficult these 
days and prayer has run 
out its charm. 
I want to swim with octopus 
again, 
to test its suckered tentacles. 
The envy of ocean cannot stop me. 
Tonight the burning candle is going to live.

Satish Verma