The Final Retreat

Satish Verma

In reality― you were 
in a ring of fire. I had been 
left with no claim on you. 
Your failure had become mine. 

This was not the game― 
changer. Moon had latched 
on the watery eyes. Synapsis 
had started to break away. 

The god wears different 
apparels― as per the need of the 
occasion. Nobody is going to say, 
rest in peace. 

Gradually I will stop 
speaking about myself. When 
my time comes, I will lose everything 
and set you free. 

The blind eagle will find its abode.