FROM A DOT

One final leap 
from high solitude 
into city of dusk, 
takes you to presence 
of charred remains 
of a fallen god. 

A housewife moves in the kitchen 
to prepare a farewell dinner 
for the encounter of fatal descent. 

A paranormal parting 
to comeback to body of truth, 
as you pick up your words. 

Space odyssey in eyes, 
palms folding, 
to receive the punishment. 

No complaints, no grieving 
conclusion of foregone stopping. 
A line will start from a dot.

Satish Verma