Not Left Behind

Folder: 
Satish Verma

I will keep on 
looking back, when you would 
not be there. 

Trying to put it behind me, the 
Moon-blind dysphoria. 

The riddled moments. You 
are badly hurt, but 
would not say. 

Bare-boned, in 
the oasis of flesh. 

The mankind― 
why were you feeling let down 
by animalcules? 

Into the grave milieu, 
you― sleeptalking, without 
voice. 

Trying to rekindle the 
flames from the wet eyes.