TUTOR

Cannot climb a golden ladder

to reach for a nimbus.

something is happening to my limbs.

 

Light will not escape from the shadow

I will follow the dark horizon.

A bridge was necessary

to cover the ice

my foot prints were floating on the water.

 

My bounteous mother,

I will remember your tears

as a parting gift !

 

My chemistry is boiling

could you not swipe a spider

climbing on the door of a painted house

called birthday ?

 

I am getting older day by day

and death is waiting like a tutor.

Exams is drawing near.

A sense of anaesthesia comes to curtains

They forgot to change the scene

and I am weary of the end.

 

 

 

SATISH VERMA