Poetry

unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god:

cult of escapc from
tangled half- truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics

you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death – mask
transcends a fresco

labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things

the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a new recipe



Satish Verma