No Enemies

A Poem by Satish Verma

No Enemies

Forgiving myself
to celebrate the
holiness of words.

Suffered every day
like marbles,
lying in dry grass.

Trapped. The dark
clouds will not release
the moon to take revenge.

I am afraid
of myself. Standing
against the blind wall.

Cold and blue,
the talking mirror
wants to go deaf and dumb.