Not Harming You

Another tear rolled down, on time's cheek.

It was not meant to be
like this. Undaunted,
you open the fire towards the moon.

In your madness―
there was a discipline.
A psychological withdrawal―

from the nesting niche.
Believe me― it was not a fake,
I will not reclaim my gifts.

Lesser known was the
spiritual inadequacy.
The hawk will not come to land.

Death― be not a child.
Breathing is slowing down.
I will wait for the sunset.

Satish Verma