Satish Verma


Sacred Committment


Under the holy basil, 
lighting the earthen lamp, 
whom do you invoke at dusk? 
 

 
A needle pricks your finger. 
You smear the blood 
on your face. 
 

 
It was the flame of forest 
which ignites the path, 
you wanted to tread on.



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