Of Heaven Aside

Satish Verma

The intimate god, 
versus the body of slain faith, 
was not ready to bring in the rains. 

What quality was the substance 
in shadows, while you were 
reigniting the inquest? 

The space was shrinking 
noiselessly. The nest― 
was crowded. You would not 

place your frame on the wall. 
This happened, which 
was, not supposed to happen. 

The eyes don't blink. 
You are looking straight in the 
glass of elegy. Why coming and going 

of a name should affect the masses?