FAINTING SPELL

Climbing
on the celestial pole,
did you come
for a lethal kiss?

Floating
in vacuity,
do you find some depth
in the black hole?

The wheels
move on stolen track
of an epic. You come back
to a dead sea-

for a swim. What looked pink
was not a flamingo
with a bent bill
held upside down.

Satish Verma