Till The Ceremony

I accept, my defeat―
in the hands of Ariel.

You start hiding from your
own chrysanthemums.

Trying to merge the agony
with the diminutive flight.

The tale of a big fall from
the height of assimilation―

I will go all the way to
challenge the unknown fear.

The passage was full of
bumps, slowing the pace of kisses.

Satish Verma