Satish Verma

You had the numbers. 
The reverse trends begins- 
with uneasy and dark ambush. 

A fatal miscue. You 
will get the message. 
The fingerprints will stay on the wall. 

Enduring the onslaughts. 
Remaining sky-clad I 
will wander in your arms. 

Fighting with the curves, 
on sleepy islands, will 
you hail my outstanding landing? 

The revelation has a price. 
You will not open the envelope 
till I am dead.

Satish Verma