Very Unsettling

Satish Verma

This was the collective 
fall, unsolving 
the riddle of life. 

In memoriam, I 
light― tens of millions 
of candles for each departed thought. 

Ahead were hard times 
of darkness, I wanted to 
view the world from a cadaver eyes 
after being cheated, robbed 
and abused― 

to be born again with 
a blank book, as a white sheet 
on dust-ridden toes. 

Nobody will know 
that a father was coming home 
to seek the unborn children.