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Still listening from lips,
a mute hearing with hands,
an improper metaphor.

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In the frozen lake of eyes
a fish dies
in unread tears.

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An upended
home of laments
in moon.

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Imperfect proximity
of pillows.
sleep was distance apart.

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Like poison ivy
a gnawing to itch
and an itch to gnaw.



Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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