Deposition
Do not snatch away the
clouds in disdain.
The snowy peaks were burning.
If you do not run with
the moon,
I will not blink.
Unclosing the chapter
a chill develops when
a harbinger of mayhem –
comes to my house.
A graphic testimony
will give you the details-
of disintegrating sheen.
The Neanderthal man used
to make a flute from the bird bone.
Satish Verma
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