Not Left Behind

Satish Verma

I will keep on 
looking back, when you would 
not be there. 

Trying to put it behind me, the 
Moon-blind dysphoria. 

The riddled moments. You 
are badly hurt, but 
would not say. 

Bare-boned, in 
the oasis of flesh. 

The mankind― 
why were you feeling let down 
by animalcules? 

Into the grave milieu, 
you― sleeptalking, without 

Trying to rekindle the 
flames from the wet eyes.