Nightmare

sometime I watch the fear held aloft by you, possessed, you try to protect yourself from you in vain, very thirsty, white hydrangeas on your lips tremble, exhaust their need for clouds in blue eyes,pale fountain gives up tumult of sand grains for high skilled white god of snow who could not prevent a land slide all morning, my bones still do not agree for a marrow withdrawl for an emptied leukaemia hidebound, rapacious in the chaste tree, stuck by night grab, the bright stars fall one by one on ice SATISH VERMA