Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Paying Obeisance

In a wink, the moon
leaps for a journey to self.
I will severe my thumb.

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To smear on your bright
forehead. Oh god your crisp
wisdom has failed.

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The community of words
becomes dirty. The beauty gone lost,
nobody wears a mask.
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