Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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What A Life?

Why, why we keep on
weighing each other?
You were an anchor;
I was a feather.

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The land fall!
There was no noise.
Tornado had come like
a revelation!

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After the break,
you count the rings-
in heart wood.
A condensed torture!
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