Farewell, Hummingbirds Poem by Satish Verma

Soft night.
I wanted to outlive
the waiting―
for rendezvous.

A lesser god,
will not erase the path
of infinity, reaching
grey zone.

The tragic half
of timeless time would
witness the slaughter
of helpless faith.

Keep me in your
prayers. I would ask
the beautiful mind.

Who favours the great
sun eclipse, when
the creater becomes created?

A sick feeling ensues when
the temperature rises in deep sea.