Being Alone

Writing your own elegy in a 
blocked artery― 

for a syntactic analysis. 
How do I know 

that dolphin will remember 
my name, 
my address? 

It swims silently. 
No ranting. 

Eating nothing― anorexia. 
Standing under a tree, 
tying the thread round the trunk, 
you want to move against 
the time. 

Only a question 
remains unanswered. 
From where the journey begins?

Satish Verma