Poetry

After plundering the moon,
the skins
have dug their heels in candles –

for a night vigil.
Why you want to know the hidden meaning
Of a benign meaningless.

The beginning and end
were most visible tragedies
of an endless affair with invisible enemy.

Unsaying was very sincere
to truth if words were not mutilated.
Pure murder of an illusion in whispering sands.

Satish Verma