I AM WALKING ON SHARP EDGES

Hold me tight, my friend, 
I am going to sail in damnation. 
Between devil and saint 
I have lost my home. 

A wooden ship is on fire 
at the turbulent sea 
and I am going to welcome you 
on the starboard. 
I would keep the funeral in waiting. 

Flowering of the ashes has begun 
in urn. Sitting in semicircle, you watch 
the spilling. Bones meet mother earth. 
Death creates the challenge. 

Go for a tree, watch your silence, 
we are going for a contradiction. 
The thoughts are same, but not similar. 
I am walking on sharp edges.

Satish Verma