GIFTED DEATH

Sometimes 
you want to shut the book 
and bring out the darkness from bleached words 
of a lonely march of the tree. 
How to think or not to think 
drinking the wine of pain? 


Baby, do not go into the river. 
The alligators will celebrate your birthday 
by climbing on you for a purple bath. 
Today the sun will not rise from Styx. 
An anonymous author will steal a gun 
and make a hole in head. 

A black tulip in snow bleeds red 
for a fallen sky and dies to ask some 
uncomfortable questions.

Satish Verma