For Nothing

You broaden your desire base, by legitimacy, ignoring the will of storm-ravaged sea. As the sun meets the falcon, I will give you- a call, that demons were entering into the dreams. The time stoops to pick- up the wounded peacocks. The red hibiscus will write your name on the wall of bricks. This was a swan song before our parting. The darkness will find the stars hiding behind the strewn- feathers of blind moon. Satish Verma