ANOTHER TOMORROW

You forgot the lines 
and lineage. Getting all 
or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord, 
seeking liberty to commit a sin 
or feeling liberated after committing the sin. 

The tone embodies the elopement, unbound, 
to invent the disorder 
and divide the provocation. 

Night was approaching with few stars, 
flowing like the squealing of a dark saint, 
blameless, under the thin breath 
of the dying sun. 

Into the orphanage enters the day 
riding on the dust of history. 
My journey begins into time 
to change into another tomorrow.

Satish Verma