Sheer Expanse Of Tragedy

Staring into nothingness―
the body clicks.
Smells the pungent fumes and/
cedes the suspension of tears.

Quenchless, you drink
the white phosphorus, glowing
in dark, of
stark reality.

The barrenness will put
up a Harappan seal,
to come back.
The stomata bleed.

The blue salt was naïve.
Will not leave the ocean.
You cannot swim,
you cannot drown.

Satish Verma