It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.
The sick motherhood.
We made love
listening to winds
draping our ashes.
A father waited at the door.
I am the sun
I am the moon
interpenetrating in you.
In concept of two enemies.
Satish Verma
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