Weird Ritual

By: Satish Verma

Unable to flee from ensconced self,
he wanted to say something,
between yes and no.
Between yes and yes, he said no.
Tried to become dauntless
which he was not.
Picked up an accurate timing
for a weird ritual
for burning his fingers.
Between faith and cogitating
he wanted a dignified retreat.
It was straining the beautiful wing
body cracking up eternity, in flight
nothing hardens up.

Clouds want
something to happen, rain or sleet,
Of course the pledge was hot and bleak.
Nemesis was a secret fear, blind, unorthodox.
Highr"way was blocked for miles,
--"
so far away and so near,
moon was coming on a cloud.

SATISH VERMA

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