Satish Verma

A repeat lover, 
moon comes back 
every night in different robes. 

It was a question 
of your conscience, when 
you were being eaten alive. 

Hyenas will come again- 
to unearth the bones, to 
give you the message. 

Remaining poor was a great 
bliss.You don't 
need to pay for anything. 

The hunger goes deep. 
Fathomless.Your eyes roam 
in search of a face after the hanging. 
Was he smiling? 

You hanker to touch 
the eyes, which were burning 
like coals.