The Blessings Fail

Satish Verma

It was too loud 
to become a savior. You 
longed for― only a 
flower weight. 

I wanted it to last― 
my pain― lying to myself. 
I will wait for the 
sanity to reappear. 

Too raw― the codex. 
It burns the author. I 
will have to learn― 
a new alphabet. 

The bell tolls, 
bell tolls. 
Take me to crypt in dark. 
I have to read the walls again.