GOLDEN SUNSET

Gently the invisible 
strength overrides 
penetrating every bone. 
The desire was not seeking, 
it was emitting a gloss. 
Fierce truth was reverberating. 
Only the mind was alert, 
flesh was hissing. 

An intense light 
knived my sadness, death wish 
it was a legend, I went into a process. 
A quietness catching 
all the voices of disharmony. 
Word by word vocabulary 
filtered in my heart. 
Priests were prophesying doom. 

Instant attention gave a passage, 
uncontaminated, closer to the truth. 
Gloom was glorified. 
Scissors had done their job, few will remember the designs. 
I should now think 
of a golden sunset.

Satish Verma