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The rocks in water 
like words, between 
the tears. 
Quasi-pain, reverberating 
like a river.

It flows? 
intermittently. The lava 
of an active volcano. 
You want to cover 
the smashed skull.

The mirror 
breaks, under the shock. 
It had never happened before. 
A nude streaking 
on the screen.

The moon had nothing 
to offer. Over and spent. 
It moves on its axis 
ungoverning? 
the stars.


Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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