From Fairyland

Satish Verma

Searching in your 
rainbow eyes 
relics of past. 

Your pride on the leash 
goes on a rampage, 
refusing a kiss of hemlock. 

My indulgence ends, 
becoming a sufi 
you walk through a thick smog 
to drag the failed suicides. 

A tinge of vulnerability 
when I meet my image 
in water. You break into hundred tears. 

Where this path leads 
in the jungle of predators? 
Would you carry the flag 
of dramatics for quick relief? 

The bubble bursts. My 
feet buried in swamp, 
I look back in agony.