Thousand Truths

Satish Verma

Ah, this was the comfort of 
defiance. You can 
expunge the consonance. 

You are not proving anything 
except to play devious game, 
with fossils. The lunacy 
will hide you. 

A thoughtless state comes 
to exit. There is absolute stillness 
in the busy bee suspended 
in moonlight. 

No awards. No flogging. What 
you can give without seeking 
any space? You cannot 
eat your own progeny.