Satish Verma

Lion's tooth, dandelion 
in dead winter, 
holds on to your dress. 

for warmth. The oranges 
are not meant 
for sale. 

The obituary was short 
and sweet. 
When would you die for me? 

Wolves in white, 
were very smart. A rose, 
red rose for every martyr. 

Behind the bars 
you try to catch the sky 
for the lilies.