IN SELFISH VEIN

What was the idea of charity, 
when you were hiding 
yourself from you? 


Was it a non-existence? 
Or you were writing an 
unseen anthology? 

Was that your kin choice 
for a reciprocal pain, 
inflicted in dark? 

Between right and wrong 
I am laying my wreath 
on my grave.

Satish Verma