The Delgue

Satish Verma

Blood side by side. 
Your risqué humor 
ejects the foul nerves. 

No religion was my 
mother. My prayers were meant 
for undying. 

The vital fluid boils 
without sun. 

Pythagoras comes back 
to retrieve the numbers. 
The mystical figures have failed. 

Not afraid of fear. 
clenching my fist, one day, 
I have to meet my other self.