Poetry

Can you come outside of you?

The dream inside a dream
of the show. It must go on.
For prudence of plucking
from singularity of indifference,
of mooning.

Once upon a moon in timeless moon
a green snake entered the moon
existing in a personal poison.

The pink, the yellow, the mauve
lilies, in a circle
going anti-clockwise
to dig out a black panther
in grass.

Of conjugal loyalty
in a fresco, when
color will not penetrate
the wall;
that wall –
remained dirty!


Satish Verma