No Retaliation

No Retaliation

Rolling the years
back to you, when you are
no more my rival.
Of unbecoming―
it was a total disaster.

Over to you, my debt.
I will not claim
my mirrors. You can sleep
on the clouds. I will
collect the rains of dark rubies.

You were the swan
who would not find the lake.
Forlorn, you collect the
hate and become a rose.

The tears make the
pearls. I draw a circle.
You are not in center.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you for sharing your poem, Satish. This is wonderful and powerfully written.