Far And Wide

Satish Verma

The night poem 
was the breast-feed 
the train whistles by 

the thugs squirm 
no waylaiding now 
in the dark hour 
till the moon rises 

the drag queens 
are out to collect 
the marbles 
would you play the chess? 

faithfall will spring 
a surprise becoming 
god himself 
do not tell any prayer―