Fading Glory

Satish Verma

You want to cover your 
amnesia. Death 
has no other color. 

How far you will go 
to retrieve 
the sensibility? 

Time does not sit idly. 
Undeniably your foe― 
poisoning the well. 

Sky was overcast and 
sends misty rain. 
Have the heart-leaves and moon-seeds. 

The history concedes. 
Molybdenum was god, 
initiating life on earth.