Opaque Underbellies

Satish Verma

In a moment 
of panic- 
you write a poem 
to catch the truth. 

The aplomb and glitter 
of money's ride 

And the stones sing. 
A star breaks away from 
the galaxy. 

I harbor your face 
like a bee's sting. 

I watch, 
watch the ills of hunters. 
Why you want to commit 
the sin on a particular 

Orange planets, as of blood 
and fire, seek another sun to light 
the dark crevices 
of doubts and fears.