Dark Was Good Poem by Satish Verma

You recite my old poems―
to understand the psyche
of human conflicts.
The long shadows won't leave
the fingerprints.

Between mind and soul
breathes a language
understood only by emotions.

I shiver when you
mime the real money. I go into
coma, to cross the
river of blues.

Future is pain.
Past was crime. In some god―
night I will write my swan song.

The life's many scripts
will remain unread
buried in the folds of sands.