Not On Crutches

Satish Verma

Not impassible. 
Buried in snow, I 
will bring back my moon. 

There was no divination. 
I still stand on my legs. 

I will not talk about shadows 
or any haloes. An urge to find 
unknown. Touching the feet? 
No I don't submit to body. 

No rewards. No citation. 
I will walk alone in the jungle 
of prying eyes, in my 
visible bones. 

The flame-test. The truthless 
blames, and a naked god. 
I have come faraway from my childhood.