AFRAID OF UNKNOWN

A patch on my shirt 
was growing. 
I could not, because I did not 
want to remove it. 
I took everything, without choosing, 
a flag of my territory fluttered 
without wind. 

Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips 
cryless eyes. 
The body fails, climacteric defeat evident. 
A satellite crashes in midsky. 
A star in waste was rising. 

Multiple setbacks start, 
like the botched transplant. 
Thieves were active in dark alleys. 

Kicked at slump bodies, like 
sleeping on road. 
I was always afraid of unknown.

Satish Verma