Turbulence

A night out with mosquitoes for a sharp comment of urgency to end the war after a decapitated unnamed flesh of words found six inches short I can write only poems This very ordinary life appears to be worthless without vocabulary unsemantic between us I am enslaved alive going beyond the stings in my heart I try to find my voice burning inside a never gone pain do you hear me I am very lonely in the jungle of falls Am I descending infarcts are spreading the paresis inability to raise the finger fear of manuscript I am never was there in cloudless desert the starless night moonless sky it is very dark Out of emptiness comes an explosion Is it a new creation Satish Verma