Coding An Ocean

Satish Verma

You fault me for 
a silent poem. 
In infinity of this moment. 
I catch the miracle 
of unspoken words. 

Let me not forget 
the way you look at 
me via tears. 

Why buttercups were 
poisonous, untasting you? 
Even a simile touch 
brings a shudder in leaves. 

Give me a kiss of parting, 
only you can give. For 
ages I will remember the sting.