Far From Touching

Satish Verma

From uncultured to 
subcultured, I was made to― 
feel responsible. 

My coffers remained 
empty. The nightmares had 
squirreled away my peace. 

And I was always 
steeling for a reply. Embracing 
the dark woods for support. 

Everyday you changed 
the mask to become innocent, 
separating the sparks from the ash. 

Paralysed like sea― 
anemone without water. The 
sea had receded in haste.