Generosity
It was one-off.
I will not punish myself
again for brazen, stone writing,
girding the aneurism, after
a long siege.
An entire night was lost
in repairing the blue vase.
You want to cut off the coalfield.
The gloom plunges deep. A
swallow tweets for a passerby.
In the heart of darkness,there was
the fire, a purple flame, ready
to suckle the unborn sun.
the grass breaks the rock.
I pray for the burns.
Satish Verma
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