Great Expectations

Satish Verma

Celebrating the death. 
Neither physical, nor nostalgic- 
I adore the finish, 
in place of wages. 

Not cerebral.It was 
my pledge to remain a husk 
after the carnage. 

In manthanal I will preserve 
the memories of hairless moon- 
my nomadic friend. 

Like a woodpecker to mark my 
territory, I want to stay 
alone in my grief. 

March and dahlias.Sometimes 
I stand before them and, 
talk about ephemerality of the beauty. 

When would you come 
to say goodbye?