Forgotten Hills

Again I was giving chase 
to a mirage. 
Wiping off the transient thoughts 
oozing from every orifice, 
I will sell my dreams today. 
Limb by limb, 
the naked and brute will buy 
the bonanza. 

For a lost scent 
I wandered from moon to moon 
flitting past the sky of doves, 
and the lonely winds 
of crowded griefs. 
The trampled earth 
will not soak the joy of burning sun. 
The tree and the flowers, 
and the seeds falling in a heap 
went unnoticed. 

Now I will go in the forgotten hills 
through mist and rains. 
Give me some more pain, 
it makes me move faster.

Satish Verma