How Will You Do It?

Satish Verma

In transition, of 
a starry namesake, holding hand― 
in priceless moment, 
of anthropic lineage. 

Give me the heritage 
shock, contents of unknown. 
In ghostly silence, I will 
talk to an empty chair. 

Remember Van Gogh. Why 
did he cut off his own ear? 
Not to hear a big No? 
Million fragments speak the truth. 

I will write on my skin 
my dark name in blues. 
Do I make me understand? 
Soon the moon will rise 
to take a side. 

A face drowns in my arms.

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