LEFT THE BODY TO WATCH

In the ending, there was beginning of fear 
of unknown. 
The pain of malignity, 
evil punctuation of 
a serene landscape. 
Life moved from one landmark 
to another in alien waste. 
I shuddered in a patch of sun. 

The impulse was very strong to find out the answer 
I was violated by many questions. 
Words could not tell, 
migrated back to their scriptures. 
Time altered the names 
of fear & death. 
Waiting grew into self-knowledge. 

Like pleated oxygen mask 
life gave me a bump. 
Saddened, I played the mutation game. 
Failed, tried again, left the body to watch 
the death of the self. 
Beyond the mind, away from sorrow 
and grief of world.

Satish Verma