It was a fascinating night 
like albino children playing in park. 
I was gazing at sky. 

The years have gone by one by one. 
I am still walking on dead leaves 
refusing the fruits. 
This was me, no urge, no need, 
the leather worn out but 
feet are intact. 

A continous civil war among the windows 
suffers the grace. Stupidities of house. 

You collect the garbage whole life 
and when time comes to depart, 
make a bonfire of your winnings. 
We are ageing like wall paper 
and talking to doors. The guest 
is coming at last.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------------

WELCOME SIR!

It was a fascinating night 
like albino children playing in park. 
I was gazing at sky. 

The years have gone by one by one. 
I am still walking on dead leaves 
refusing the fruits. 
This was me, no urge, no need, 
the leather worn out but 
feet are intact. 

A continous civil war among the windows 
suffers the grace. Stupidities of house. 

You collect the garbage whole life 
and when time comes to depart, 
make a bonfire of your winnings. 
We are ageing like wall paper 
and talking to doors. The guest 
is coming at last.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------------

WELCOME SIR!

It was a fascinating night 
like albino children playing in park. 
I was gazing at sky. 

The years have gone by one by one. 
I am still walking on dead leaves 
refusing the fruits. 
This was me, no urge, no need, 
the leather worn out but 
feet are intact. 

A continous civil war among the windows 
suffers the grace. Stupidities of house. 

You collect the garbage whole life 
and when time comes to depart, 
make a bonfire of your winnings. 
We are ageing like wall paper 
and talking to doors. The guest 
is coming at last.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------------

WELCOME SIR!

It was a fascinating night 
like albino children playing in park. 
I was gazing at sky. 

The years have gone by one by one. 
I am still walking on dead leaves 
refusing the fruits. 
This was me, no urge, no need, 
the leather worn out but 
feet are intact. 

A continous civil war among the windows 
suffers the grace. Stupidities of house. 

You collect the garbage whole life 
and when time comes to depart, 
make a bonfire of your winnings. 
We are ageing like wall paper 
and talking to doors. The guest 
is coming at last.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------------

WELCOME SIR!

It was a fascinating night 
like albino children playing in park. 
I was gazing at sky. 

The years have gone by one by one. 
I am still walking on dead leaves 
refusing the fruits. 
This was me, no urge, no need, 
the leather worn out but 
feet are intact. 

A continous civil war among the windows 
suffers the grace. Stupidities of house. 

You collect the garbage whole life 
and when time comes to depart, 
make a bonfire of your winnings. 
We are ageing like wall paper 
and talking to doors. The guest 
is coming at last.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------------

About the Author:
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.