Contraptions by Satish Verma

When I was arranging daffodils 
you send in tanks. 

The sky was overcast. 
When I was talking to clouds 
Fireballs are delivered. 

That signals the specific gravity 
is shifting to knobs. 
The artist was going 
to disappear. 

I think of faithfulls. 
How beautifully they talk of 
two moons. 

I had decided to quit 
when you send in a hymn.

Satish Verma