Satish Verma

It was a breech birth, 
scuttling the forecast, 
under water search. 
Sad night. 

The sand fills your 
pockets. You start 
licking the salt 
jettisoned by violent waves. 

Don't focus your mind. 
D-Day is drawing near. 
No deference to sun. 
Unfurl all the sails and ride the breakers.