TH REALITY SHOW

Tell me how to tell you about a flat 
robotic voice, 
asking for euthanasia, 
a rite of passage for ceremony of death. 
He said, he preferred lethal injection 
to noose. But it should be painless, 
and there should be no leakage of pain 
on face. Mercy it be. 

This was not a stage show. 
No mummer was performing. 
Sitting in lotus position 
inviting the inevitable. Be my destiny, 
my end. 

A terminal prayer of infant dream, 
which could not find words, 
worth any weakness. 

Going separately on different routes, 
meeting accidently at home 
two things were quarreling with dark 
quietly.

Satish Verma