Under Your Lids Poem by Satish Verma

Moving in different
orbits, always trying to
touch each other.

Between moon and
earth, lies a great trust.
I will never deviate my path.

We will not leave
our foot prints in dark after―
our rendezvous in light.

A dumb doll in―
signs, starts speaking about
the wax mannequins in veils.

The blood nails have
started etching your names on
every rock for sanity.

I have started making friends with flames.