Satish Verma

I resent. 
Will remain that 
I am. 

No fissures. Frozen 
mind. I am not thinking. 

Peeling off the day 
layer by layer. Fear 
refuses to cross the street. 

Not becoming. 
Not carrying any weight. 
The journey collects only― 
the names. 

No peaks. Restraint 
I say to dark. Light 
was waiting.