The Meaning Tremble

You were tied
to weird questions,
since the saga began.

Praise your maker, look
how do I kill me, by
raising you- bit by bit?

I was riding a tiger.

In truth what was
not possible, when the
palace burned?

Who will explain
the intrigue,
the mystery of disappearance
when the eyes can
see through.

Small, too small
to make a hole in the heart
a piquant word,
which bleeds the poem.

Satish Verma