I do not want to see an apparition
walking on the road
banging his head on walls.
Desperately I was seeking tranquility.
Even after his murder
he had risen from myths
from his secret forages in cemeteries
of truth.
The spirit in the vault
fluttering its wings
voiceless in a shouting crowd.
Divine failure
of mortal remains
eternally daring in inferno.
Satish Verma
