I Will Not Be Back

Satish Verma

One small step, in dark. 
A silver of fear 
slaps you. 

You move around 
to confront the past. 
It was the partition of night. 
Cobra white, when 
eyes would not listen. 

You drugged the stone 
on stone, 
hiss on hiss, 
hair on hair. 

I did not touch you 
like burning coal. 

My waterfalls 
on red salt, bring the 
largest tears of moon glittering 
eerie wet.