From When To Where

Satish Verma

In deep bottom, 
at first light, I 
will give you a call. 

Because, I was only bones, 
muscles worn out in hymns 
and the nudes were― 
putting on the masks. 

You will not deliver― 
a denial, nor you will 
put forward the Buddhist stance. 

Like a curling fern you 
want to go in dark shade― 
eyes shut. 

The circus of stunted men 
and lady birds― 
will go on unabated. 

I swear by fire, 
The battered umbilicus will 
not bear any gods. 

A miraculous escape. I 
will not eat your 
flesh, hot and red. 

We start hitting each other.