Once On Earth Day

Satish Verma

Returning to the ragpicker 
like a lone fly 
of love triangle, said― were you 
writing a letter to confess your love? 

Like a glue sniffer, I 
am stuck with you. 
O brown earth, raw 
wounds heal … 

When I sing a blade 
of grass, when I sit 
under moon, holding your 
hills for comfort. 

My head nestling on 
your heaving breast, while 
I sleep without― 
a dream. 

It was devastating to eat 
you. Your cauldron, bubbling. 
Someone wants to pay 
back your sun, your moon.