Hold me tight, my friend, <br />I am going to sail in damnation. <br />Between devil and saint <br />I have lost my home. <br /> <br />A wooden ship is on fire <br />at the turbulent sea <br />and I am going to welcome you <br />on the starboard. <br />I would keep the funeral in waiting. <br /> <br />Flowering of the ashes has begun <br />in urn. Sitting in semicircle, you watch <br />the spilling. Bones meet mother earth. <br />Death creates the challenge. <br /> <br />Go for a tree, watch your silence, <br />we are going for a contradiction. <br />The thoughts are same, but not similar. <br />I am walking on sharp edges.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-walking-on-sharp-edges/
