Legacy

A Poem by Satish Verma

Legacy

You put your hand
on my hand, stealing me
from me, erasing the―
past and future.

An irradiant face
floats on the still lake.
Moon by moon
I try to reach you.

It will not last,
the bee without the sting.
Honey brings the trap.
There was no secret.

Beautiful navel
harbors a dream.
You want to climb the
hills, to see the stunning
sunset.