Unknown Burns

Satish Verma

Flawless surrender, 
when the leaves were falling 
of bougainvillea, while 
the hot wind blew past. 
Future enemies were 
ready not to say farewell. 
Overtures were charming. 
When did I want you to go? 
And the dust settled in eyes. 
I implored you till the brink 
of sunset and moon blink. 
Infinitely alarming, it was 
you wanted to rename― the bigotry. 
The crib deaths had started. 
An awkward moment came. 
When you wanted to cry 
and laughed.