Remembering You

Satish Verma

After victim effect 
of hibernation, 
I was ready to take a call 
of a sudden drop. 

The strange idea 
engulfs me. Transparency 
now speaks. 

The fallout may compromise 
with ash. I will not. 
Someone wakes up my conscience. 
A near dead goddess lights 
up the last lamp. 

The dirty sheets for 
the crying dolls― 
crying dolls. 

Like the dumb finger 
in frost, wants to― 
write your name in blue sky.