Effect and Reason

by : Satish Verma

He was very sick of reflections.
Empty thoughts. Between himself and world.
To perform miracle without achievement.
Wanted to retrieve the happiness
from mortally wounded life.

On the velvety grass, a childhood
was prancing. Will the wisdom slip
back into time where it started
without a message? Burden of knowing
too much was very heart rending.

He thought it was useless wading
deep in yellow sands at midnight;
the cascading light of moon will not
tolerate the intrusion. Must sit
in dark to get a complete picture.

Effect was becoming the reason for
peace, a leap upward. The oblique
answer to the god of silence. Uncurled
splendor of mute humanity. Shadows
were more important than reality.