Melting Points

Satish Verma

To sell the half-truths― 
of lies, you quit 
the post to live with Stonehenges. 

Assembling another 
dream. I rearrange the thoughts 
to save the trembling planet. 

Sleepover very discreetly 
with me. Find out, how 
my flesh has turned into gold dust. 

Some wee moments, 
chase after you, to become immortal 
with each poem. 

O life, read me. 
I want to go quietly, 
climbing down in waters of blue lake. 

That was not worth it. 
To wait under the moon 
for a Cleopatra, who would 
not carry asp vipers.