Bare-Handed

Can you come like
a violet stream tonight?
I will keep the window ajar.

Blue rain-would
wait for you to
sing the parting melody.

Why you did it
to me in dark, when a
spark was burning the virgin grass.

I will wipe away
the tears of roses. The
yellow vase had broken.

My pain was
very deep, fathomless.
You will not find the floor.

Do me a favour today.
Don't cry.

Satish Verma