Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Be The Vanity

Walking in shadows
with bated breath to find
the sun. Your forehead was telling
my destiny.

Gradually I was moving
away from the shores,
towards deep sea―
to discover myself.

In blue space―
you will meet an
unborn suitor in forgotten
pain.

When you think solemnly
you look innocently―
beautiful like a larkspur
in naked moon.

In hushed silence I
propose the diamond kill.
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