Caretaking Poem by Satish Verma

A witch-hunting
starts, when you become
invisible from the centre
of trinity.

I ask the stranger,
what you hide from the
stars of galaxy?

When I am finally
alone. I will encounter your
ghost to know your intent.

For god sake do not go insane.
Word-by-word, I will read
your history of becoming
human.

Swimming like a
seahorse in water, your
pain stands erect like
a totem to build
your own kind.