Returning Favour
Will pursue
the star killed by a limb.
A black hole
is going to devour him.
What was ahead now
in the sea of reverse pain ?
You were knocking out
your own creation.
In the hunger’s wake
will you stop eating your own
words and say something
of the locked doors of eyes ?
I cannot sing the scars
and unmask the fires.
It is gratifying when you are silent,
and still you are heard.
Satish Verma
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