The Midnight Understanding Poem by Satish Verma
The Midnight Understanding
In the absence of an azure
pain, the divine hemlock becomes
edible. Yen by yen I was nearing you.
The breeze in your locks
smiles. I am hungry for diagnosis.
The moon sends a purified hug.
I have crossed yourself.
to find the sparks in dark caves
of the silence. Who will go first?
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5/4/2024 10:25:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
"Who will go first? " Is the most pertinent question. When we say, " In the absence of an azure / pain, the divine hemlock becomes /edible" we face the most immediacy of naked truth.