To search you
I am burning my wheels.
Put your hands
on my shoulders
for opening the book.
To read the message
between the words.
When the time comes
I want you
to smear my ashes
on the stones of footpath.
I want them
to walk on me
and dissolve their steps.
Stop looking
at me.
To reach you
I am burning my bridges.
Satish Verma
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