This Autumn
Like water hyacinth of lake
you cannot run away
from your psyche.
*
A separation from the
body was imminent.
Moon was calling.
*
The myth was there,
and summer, the night
opens like a medusa.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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