Once Again

Satish Verma

I hear again your voice 
after injury pause. 

An apologia. 
It is still kempt, 
the mist scented, milk bath 
by moon, in dark. 

In legendary night, everything was legitimate. 
The licit kiss of death too. 

One by one the faces 
were missing. The snake bites, 
of love. 

The embroidered memories are 
hanged to dry up in rain. 

The eyes like moths, flicker around 
the dark candle of another childhood.