Unbroken View

Segment by segment
the secret breaks. There was
no song afterwards.

A robin hops on the dirt road.
Time was scare.
Living water was escaping.

Visibility has not changed.
I walk in great agony
without you.

The fabric was loosing
the color. The book will
never be complete.

I enter the colosseum, for
digging up the voices―
buried in the throats.

The daffodils wait in
backyard for the ceremony.
Light has come in the eyes.


Satish Verma