The Other Smile

Satish Verma

Death will not measure 
the height, 
from which we fall. 
Not being, 
the psyche of primeval fear 
finds its conscience – 

subverts the softness 
of moon-eyed life 
with wealth of green blood 
in brown bread. 

And the white candle 
burns at night 
to send aurora borealis 
in blue irises.