Engraving Your Name On Trees

Satish Verma

Telling the truth 
was becoming difficult. You want to 
become a cult. 

A sinister design takes 
hold of a satanic urge. You 
start throwing the limbs. 

Was it an emotional upheaval? 

The train whistles by. 
You are ready to board. Unsleeping 
you will rhyme with the wheels. 
Home was left behind. A hollow 
tree waits for you to become another Buddha. 
Fantasy moves beyond the fiction. 

Irises move to close 
the pupils. They want to become nuns. 

The coffin was empty. 
A cadaver morphs into an angel.