Dark Waters

Satish Verma

Bliss of blue 
and white, balancing 
the dark. 

This was my curse, 
and this was my fate― 
mixing the colors. 

Do not go farther, 
in sea, the fishes 
have swallowed the sun. 

The park-teachers 
and path finders were 
not aware of foot-faults. 

The word stoppers 
were abound. I have yet 
to find an ear, drunk as water lily.