No Demagogue

A Poem by Satish Verma

This was not a witch or witchcraft, striking This was not a witch or witchcraft, striking

This was not a witch
or witchcraft, striking
a pose to entice the sleep.

The grass will not―
listen the earthly
eavesdropping on moon.

Some extra neutral
wine for a resilient poet
who will refuse to die.

My color was not black
nor white. It had the
golden hue.

Your nails were very sharp
digging for a *Digambra
on my bare chest.