No Rescue

Civil war: 
Again you are visiting 
the childhood.A green pond. 

Smoke filled eyes ask, what 
was a home? 

A black city of white hills. 
You were climbing on dreams 
to reach a baby moon. 

And the night 
was very long, like a bad name 
you cannot spell. 

The anthills, fireflies and 
snakes. You are still lost 
in cobwebbed age. 

Pawned: 
After books there were no other 
tales.

Satish Verma