DEVOID OF FEVERFEW

Did not make anything 
out of himself. He was afraid 
from depth to depth. 

Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. 
Shadow of door loomed large 
on silence, now touching 
nothingness. 

Lips move without sound. 
Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided, 
cannot hold the pen. 

Mobs with fire bombs 
waiting to ambush at night 
ignite the cart. Nowhere to go now. 


Golden leaves tout the era. 
I am emptied of peace, 
my vessel devoid of feverfew.

Satish Verma