BIRTH OF A POEM

In the sea of flesh: 
pomegranates. 
I will not say 
what I mean. 

In nameless pit 
of hollow breast, 
a parting kiss 
of poetry. 

I will count my steps 
tonight. 
walking on tectonic plates 
before the quake hits. 

It was the green blood 
of craft. 
A bloodless surgery 
on heart.

Satish Verma