Satish Verma

a pervasive bareness 
walks like an honest lie 
on the road to truth the bone white marble 
god oversees the planet green’s woes 
a climate change of heart its manipulations 
its intrigues 

something remains unsaid when i look back 
i think again before i disappear between 
bread and god whosover is stronger 
than me i remained unchained distrusting 
the rules laid down by hoaxes now i 
am not me 

i am not a god i am not a thought only 
innocence of an unopened bud.