Standing Out From The Crowd

Satish Verma

The weight of charity 
sits on my shoulder. 
I call for healing 
on my terms. 

We will divide the 
funeral rites for undead― 
nourshing survivor's massive, 
sin. My path to truth opens. 

Chasing a butterfly for 
redemption, stuns me. 
You were born of your― 
own seed. 

The guilt ultimately 
overtakes. You initiate 
unloading the vowels. Words 
start flying without wings.