Suicidal Wish

For my water god I entered the wetlands. Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent. The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness. The holy moon gives the company in yellow mood smelling of honey and rusted-red mulberries. A maxim inside the solitude hurts the path where I lost my innocence for a son. A breeze, a cloud, a beautiful sky I carry the dust of my home wherever I go. The wreckage was intact, past was shining. An octopus was sending the suckers for future. SATISH VERMA