Becoming A Legend

A Poem by Satish Verma

Becoming A Legend

The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.

like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear―

was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.

Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.

What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?

Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?