A Sage Thinks

You react to see the
delusion. I map your face on the fire.
After a kill would you wait for the end time?

No one gambles nowadays.
How do you walk on the sand painting, so
no one rises from the dead body?

I put on my palm a slice of
future to read the god's command. Some
one laughs at my back and shouts, you are the god.

Satish Verma