In Ancient Fire
We have come very
near to each other. The drums are ready
to go, before our assassination.
Like primitive Neanderthals,
I am carving a lined pictograph
of sober thoughts on Hibiscus.
The solitude in haze
still calls you. The raw and burning
hurts are blood-loving on the moon.
A well-penned poem packed with a lot of expectations and emotions, Satish jee!
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Jan 27, 2022