An Uncanny Feeling

Folder: 
Satish Verma

I would let it go 
anything now. Will not accept 
any grace. 

I am moving unfazed― 
buttons apart. Let the night 
descend. 

A hired applause was not needed. 

As the gorgeous earth plays its last tune. 
I will wait in the lobby, to fail again. 
There was no repeat 
of the deciduous teeth, 
coming back to chew your fingers. 

The small steps you won't 
take to bridge the unknown. 

Scoping the language, watching 
itself dying.