Eternality Poem by Satish Verma

All day it rained.
There was no destination.
The futurist will incite
the blue light in the itinerary.

You can convert the eye
into moon. The sky follows
the assassin under─
the cover.

O Brother, I wanted to
scream. Lines were not clear
but the blood was same,
in syntax and on knife.

The potential, the genius,
the capital. They were clubbed
to win the game. The earth
will go searching the fakir.