Recuperating

A Poem by Satish Verma

Recuperating

Only the bones will
tell, how tall you were
without flesh.

This was my bane.
All night I walked towards
the moon to locate you.

Sucking sound does
not die. I wanted to reach
unannounced near the fire.

This was pathological.
There was no prophecy.
Panic makes you a viper.

You don't become a
silver after passing through
the dark tunnel.