Satish Verma

hopscotch, retrieve a pebble 
from the lake, 

sitting under a tall tree 
i will wait 
for leaves to fall 
on water; 

i will see through my seeds 
a relief of roses, 

in the soccer field 
tiny mushrooms 
popped up, wearing white caps 
to see the game – 

turning the pages of a book 
opens a museum, 
i come on you 
not accusative