Circles Poem by Satish Verma

Circles



Releasing the pain.
Your eyes laugh,
when you cry.

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An ancient city
wakes up. A bird, a lizard
and a beast.

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A triangular hollow
of the valley
throws up the moon.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015
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