Tremors Countless

Satish Verma

In a pinch of light, 
waiting it to happen― 
becoming me. 

You, my crush― 
floundering in fever 
of the moon. 

I track you down 
in the tears 
of earthquake, when 
snow was trembling. 

Thin needles in eyes―, 
I retrieve the― 
history of fallen 

A survivor would 
rise from the rubble 
to reconstruct the shrine.