Pale Confession
How can you talk to the moon
when the trees were watching ?
It was her last sojourn
before boarding the illegal
traffic of clouds.
Pallbearers were always ready
to do something
religious like carrying
a god to the temple. I was not
sure it was midnight syndrome
of apoplexy.
Deep into the blue eyes
lies the inconceivable page
of unprinted book of a
failed attempt to harness
the darkness for a connection to unknown.
Satish Verma
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