Beginning Of Voyage

Satish Verma

A fear stalks you 
in the dead city of broken paths. 

If god wills. 
Listening to truth in golden dawn 
you become a stranger. 

Where you want to stand 
between far-right 
and far-left? 

I relapse into grief. 
Who was not a god….? 

Between you and me 
what was missing? 


The silence was heavily 
pregnant. No one speaks. 

Give me a chance 
to look at me.