How Dazed?

Satish Verma

Eons ago, it snapped. 
You don't fit into the mold. 
Like onion peels, I am trying 
to open myself 
holding the secrets. 

you alway had to invoke 
the inner god and― 
forgive yourself. 

With the same 
left foot, always leading you 
to truth. That was not now. 
Your belief was going up in flames. 

Who was sleeping 
in your bed, nude, like the 
moonbeam, when I was not there 
to undemand, the eternal sleep?