Incendiary Dreams
I will fight my own
war, like the cicadas. And you
walk unlocked in rains.
There is no pain when
sunsets. I will find my peace
in the darkness of a burning heart.
You know death hesitates
flying over the jasmines. My poem has
no story. I have jumped in a volcano.
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Dec 12, 2021