On Reverse Trail

Like hungry jaguar
I hunted you
in music of limbs.

The thrust played
a game of hide and seek
between the islands.

It should not have
happened like this. The covert
rowing. Sea never forgives.

The ache has
a continuity. The lost tribe
still wants to remain
untraced.

Time makes you strong.
One day you score a
unique myth.

Satish Verma