SUSPENDED

I had not imagined 
that you will start an inquiry 
into the creeping fog 
under the estranged moon. 

Oh, sorrow 
you had taken away my sun 
when I was still rooted in night. 

Wading through narcissi 
I was trying to catch the echo 
and give back his own award 

Pressed between the lips 
an innocent thought 
undates the passion

Satish Verma