Anchor Buried In Clouds

A dimpled moon
crosses your path. The surred
loop empowers me.

I catch the fire
of loves echo in valley
of tears.

Don't break this
mad world for the sake of
your enemy's dream,

A tiny dot grows
into a big wound of your
lips to write a poem.

The blood-colored
pain overwhelms the eye
of hiding Sun.

Satish Verma