Satish Verma

I punish myself daily 
to deny a god. 
Do angels cry? 
Pinning hope in a crisis to extract 
the truth from a dying moon? 
A ghost walks on the 
wall to enter the alphabets 
of living deads. 
Ambrosia― was not 
sufficient to resuscitate 
a bleeding cross. 
I am charting my life 
for you to forget me. 
Quasi-surrender. No never 
I am just learning― 
how to meet the death. 
Another name of victory.