Poezja

When hope returns, will you be in
alternative mind?

Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey
in a bowl of momentum while I have a
sense of alienation collecting a cloud of

Memories ripping open the gates of tears
and blood for the human cost of dementia;
the disorientation was not complete in

Orthomolecular state, a suicidal visit will also
not bring the diagnosis of pain and iridium hole
of perception in a concentration camp for
searching a bomber base, whether milk thistle

Drags the fears out of the bodies and heals.
I would not come back to hemiplegic wisdom
of the land that was lost centuries back to
occuping, omnipresent knowledge, the eagle
had burned his wings in holy fire!



Satish Verma