Ars Poetica

Satish Verma

You don't have to walk 
in self-discipline 
and abstention. 

To transcend 
the prying eyes and 
rub off the naked shoulder 
of moon. 

Would you come back 
in dark to light the lamps 
in my eyes? 

I need no pain 
to write the epitaph of 
an undying poet 
in jungle of wild screams. 


There was no beginning 
no end. So from where 
you will start reciting 
the beautiful saga? 

I don't think of your 
luxury to pick up my craft 
and hack me to hundred stanzas.