Satish Verma

An outsider 
living in binary format, 
without duality 
like waves and particles 
are one. 
I was dying every day 
in your hands with delight. 

As the drifting dust 
in light beam, I dive to 
encounter the intensity 
of pride: 

A pyramidal rise, was 
not the tale of the buried 

In your continent 
lies my land, unrepentantly.