Satish Verma

Arithmetic becomes poetry, 
when you start counting the stars in Milky Way. 

Light will cross 
your path. Your own sun 
becomes a logic. 

You step into a holy bath 
to collect all the scripts 
of the dark circles. 

Where the infinity starts, 
you become the center? 
of all the conflicts. 

A simple way to burn 
without throwing light. 
How would you raise your finger?