HARVESTING

Unsown peaks of fear 
under aggression. 
I ask you to make a choice 
between I and inventing yourself. 

I will not abandon the tree: 
the animal, renunciation. 
The belief and emptiness 
will find symbols of foreverness. 

Ephemeral colors; 
Leaves will fall one day. 
Someone was translating 
the text of confidence. 

One day, 
the miracle shakes the cosmos 
sap climbs up in darkness.

Satish Verma