Tulips Were Coming

Satish Verma

Schizoidly I walked 
with the moon― by night/ 
when you slept― 
in my eyes. 

I will leave my shadow 
behind, one day 
in dark. 

Death is no exit. There was 
no clear message for withdrawl. 
The enemies were drawing near. 

I will not push the cart. 
There was no bunker homicide. 
Hidden marriage bears the fruit. 

Truth was behind me 
I am naked like a candlestick. 
The religion puts out the light.