A shirtless detachment,
will speak
for the dead,
attaining peace!
*
Knowing oneself,
I was told,
was a very ardent
effort. I don’t know.
*
Disconcerted,
I float the words, on
lake. One day they
will reach you without rhyme.
Satish Verma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dragonflies-5/
