Uncanny Feeling

It was a strange experience
coming out of the body
to understand the death.

And I watched a train
whistling by―
then I understood,

time will not wait for me.
I started running
against the moon―

to forget the empty dream,
catching a fever.
I am still burning―

in grass, collecting
the dew, falling
from the misty night.

Satish Verma