Was It Scary?

Satish Verma

Do not measure zany, 
yourself. When did you become 
your pedagogue? 

Around the city I am 
planting the roses― 
against the wishes of land mines. 

Haunted by a survivalism, 
somewhere the smoke 
was rising. But I wanted― 

to leave the fragrance 
for you― and you will not 
wait for the ghosts to tell, 

who was the visitor. You 
will not know my future and 
I will not know your past.