RETRIEVE THE MOON

He did not depart 
or reached anywhere, 
and did not realize himself. 
When words could not find the meaning, 
where the man will go? 

He thought he did not believe in ‘why’, 
the limits of purpose, 
dictating the sentence. 
Stones were still floating on the sea 
and he was standing on a shipwreck. 

Thinking and unthinking do not solve the mystery 
of human turnings, 
the malignancy of artificial intelligence. 
A rebirth of enlightment can take over? 

The objectivity becomes the subject. 
You trot on the grass 
to retrieve the moon, 
fallen midnight.

Satish Verma