BACKTRACKING

Written by: Satish Verma

Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond
leaps to the moon.

In an air bubble 
lies the history of a suspended
name, wasted away on water.

A war is declared on the
family of words, not spoken
to anguish of man.

I thought of my sun 
averting a disaster. The sprouts
will not come out of the earth.

An enquiry into the nature of 
immanence, leads to starvation.
The body of truth turns into a snake.

The revolution within, shows
a false victory. You start again
from the ugly fingers.


Satish Verma