Satish Verma

you bring pink roses everyday 
from nowhere 

with an oblique smile, 
some questions have remained unanswered 

when I plunge in silence 
you won’t stop talking 

anger is its own failure 
for breaking the door 

where was the need for honour 
killing of flesh 

I will come out of the oblivion 
once you pray for the retreat 

time was running out for the sky 
tornado has started moving