After Sunshine
Be my soul in outrageous
sunshine of knowledge.
I need a shade of tears.
The barrels were still smoking
after the war.
I will not wake up in morning.
Lightless the day will mourn
for the fallen moon
on the breast of a hill.
Tear down the curtain.
Let me sea the face of death.
I have a long debt to pay.
Satish Verma
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