Show Me Your Jewel Box

Satish Verma

Not reaching somewhere, 
I was not today, 
what I was. 

You seek a hand 
for a handshake, and I watch 
the dirt gathering 
on the nails. 

Sky does not give you 
an award.The soot 
collects on the windows. 

The blue skulls dance 
to defy the earth.No forehead 
was formed.How would you 
read the destiny? 

I swear, I did not fathered 
the deity in a- 
monotheist gathering. 
A black hijab covers 
the moon.