16 February, 2017

Hidden Paths

Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The
homesick moon comes close.

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Was there any hope
beyond the darkness?
My hands are very dirty.

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What was the maniac
pain of the sea?
No boat wants to sink.

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Soundless was your
enemy in bush.
Why were you lamenting?

Satish Verma

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