Come, become my mirror to read the backward. Script
wards have failed me.

The sea is turbulent
and I am laying flowers at your feet.

What was is your eyes
unfathomable like a da Vinci?

Hold my trembling hands
I am going to dropp the gems.

Nobody will agree with me
there was a face on the wall.

Bare as the night moon of October
I have undone my beliefs.

A loincloth was sufficient to hide the birth.
Ceremony has begun to knead the lies.

Use your death as the furnace of life
where knives are sharpened to start the healing.

A stranger has come as the guest of the house
answers should not insult any question.

Satish Verma