Unclassic

A Poem by Satish Verma

Unclassic

I wanted to fight
with you O golden spirit.
My every pain
was light in your darkness.

Release me for undoing,
this odor. Your absence was
evident, by smoke rising
from burning homes.

Where you want
to take us? How far was
your ancient temple
in the hurting dust and ash?

You will become
untouchable one day living under
the lips, unspoken.

Behind the abnormal
teeth lies lethal tongue.
Take the gift of unknown,
I will go in peace.