Conversation Poem by Satish Verma

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There was no end
to looking inside.
I was crumbling.

Unnamed homing in
of anguish,
not knowing me.

The wasted questions
of revival.
A depleted dawn of a failed sun?

A river war
between two hills
for a moon?

Time to ask
motor neurons,
why night had failed at ending?



Satish Verma

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