ANOTHER NAME

When postponed, death had no meaning. 
It was lying in ambush. 
Journey was imperfect without 
a termination. 
Behind the dust was another desire. 

Another thumb on the trigger 
starts shooting through the bubble 
of moon. Every bone springs 
to jump for final galaxy 
of hidden stars. 

Striving was brutal. Being 
was dying for life. Profits 
of morality on sale. Fragrance 
without house. A memory 
now invites another name. 

Daughter of next life 
lives hundreds of years 
in death. Becoming 
becomes the fear!

Satish Verma