WILDERNESS

Why did you have to come in this world 
to become a medical waste? 

There was no urgency to dropp in 
and then remain unnoticed, 
with no symptoms of life. 
Later scooped by a dumper 
you are thrown on garbage. 

Vertical hope becomes synonym 
for a peak spewing lava. 
A collage sits in my eyes. 
Yet I wipe out tears of anonymity. 
The night comes to hold me in black arms. 

After the squall 
there was the rain and 
unrelenting moon.

Satish Verma