RECAPITULATION

Let us talk today 
of crazed times, 
so that the trade of 
ethical falls runs. 

When dawn breaks 
on the stunned silence 
of moon, I start unfolding 
the black sun. 


Ah, a poetry wound 
aches my world, knee deep 
in blue veins, to find 
the lost river of tears. 

Give me a song, a word 
a phrase, to grow old.

Satish Verma