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Colloquy

Will you wait for me 
till the moon parts the clouds 
and the lake looks serene ?

A reticent encounter;
I want to speak through- 
silence. A shadow play will do. 

Mystic nights weave- 
a conspiracy. The insects 
hover like words.

A lamp ? No I will 
burn my bridges to illuminate
the river.

Between the math- 
and a story lies 
the bloody corpse.



Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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