Hamlet Wants to Speak

Sometimes my hands
arrest me at night. I talk to myself to
make me reach the soul.

A poem springs from
the pain of heart. There was no
come-ness. I explore the black panthers.

I read Rumy, Pablo Neruda
and Khalil Gibran. Truth moves from.
one page to another. God shuts the eyes.

Satish Verma