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There was no end
to looking inside.
I was crumbling.
Unnamed homing in
of anguish,
not knowing me.
The wasted questions
of revival.
A depleted dawn of a failed sun ?
A river war
between two hills
for a moon ?
Time to ask
motor neurons,
why night had failed at ending ?
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011
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