I WILL GLOW MORE

A river was frozen in my chest, O god -
I choose a burning boat to reach you. 
My planet has become a broken bridge. 

Voiceless hymns are haunting me. 
Standing in a remote village of words, 
my poetry beside me. 
I want to cross the thick woods. 

The hairy legs of tarantula -
I am ready to meet them on my body. 
A skylark ejects a lyric at my terrace, 
I become a flame. 

Pour honey, pour water 
I will glow more. The sparks will stay hidden. 
When the sky would be overcast and dark, 
thousands of stars will come out. 
Suddenly there will be light.

Satish Verma