Ritualist

by Satish Verma

Boundaries untouched -
I held your hands.
Peer to peer.

The highway apart -
we will become strangers,
when life would beat the flower beds.

From mountain top -
the moon will come down,
to ask for the way to martyrdom.

How will I find you -
riding on a hurricane,
when the deluge underwhelms the bridge.

Not made public -
I took you in moonlight,
celebrating the arrival of the cage.

27-Dec-2013

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