Satish Verma
The Nightmares
Like Sequoia,
you wanted to grow tall.
But fear of fall
and right to die
become two opposite poles.
Keeping the death
alive, you turn psycho―
magnifying the departure.
And desires reflect scars.
The dreams fall
like ninepins.
The sheep, the lamp, the
snow, you forget,
where you wanted to go.
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