To Agni

Satish Verma

O goddess of priests, 
in punishing myself 
I found you today. 

Tonight you will sleep 
in my eyes, 
and I will search my 
lost poems. 

Did you touch the 
faded leaves to bring back 
a withered spring? 

A song still waits in the throat of a cuckoo. 

The wasted years! 
Do you hear me, walking 
in sleep on burning coals as 
a penance for the world 
going wrong.? 

What did I do? I ask my 
past, my present, my unhappened future?