Engraving Your Name On Trees Poem by Satish Verma
Engraving Your Name On Trees
Telling the truth
was becoming difficult. You want to
become a cult.
A sinister design takes
hold of a satanic urge. You
start throwing the limbs.
Was it an emotional upheaval?
The train whistles by.
You are ready to board. Unsleeping
you will rhyme with the wheels.
Home was left behind. A hollow
tree waits for you to become another Buddha.
Fantasy moves beyond the fiction.
Irises move to close
the pupils. They want to become nuns.
The coffin was empty.
A cadaver morphs into an angel.
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