Humbling
I love you in poverty of
words;
when you are not seeking
anything.
A dusky strength, self-
deprecating,
holding forth the virtues of
self-denial.
What was the awareness of
a blind ?
Of shadows of migrating birds
in moonlight ?
Hold my extended arm. May
be you can fall,
looking without eyes in the depth
of the sea.
Satish Verma
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