Satish Verma


Ritualist


Boundaries untouched- 
I held your hands. 
Peer to peer. 
 
The highway apart- 
we will become strangers, 
when life would beat the flower beds. 
 
From mountain top- 
the moon will come down, 
to ask for the way to martyrdom. 
 
How will I find you- 
riding on a hurricane, 
when the deluge underwhelms the bridge. 
 
Not made public- 
I took you in moonlight, 
celebrating the arrival of the cage.



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