Suicidal

Your underpants?
Can you put them behind
beneath the weight of memories?

Flamingos.
They are in flight
after the birth pangs.

Trapped-
the light flutters
at watermark for a name.

Yet to be born,
a stone-blind moon
wants the partisan blue.

One will not forget a headless
body of an ariel.
The tempest was at the door.

Satish Verma