Transcendencing Poem by Satish Verma

After the storm
we should stop putting
up the price for the
kiss of death.

A Titan falls.
A prince fails.
The princess weeps.

Don't mend the vase.
Dismembered, the rose has left.
The stones get the peace.

Take off the mask,
I will read the elements
bit by bit.

Have enough. You
will be thirsty in desert of
moonrise. Sands take revenge.

Dandelions search.
There was no love-shift.
It is the nature.