Sitting Alone

Satish Verma

The shallow incursions 
grow louder. I have 
burnt my fingers, lighting 
the moon. 

The future of currency 
was changing hands. You 
start bargaining for- 
the water, the air. 

Armageddon: will it take 
place in the modern times? 
Where are the titans 
and the hill? 

It slows the search for 
the truth. The mudslide was 
rising and the buried will 
not speak, at peace with themselves.