New Bidding Poem by Satish Verma

New Bidding



Your calculus goes
wrong. Stones are melting
in cool moonlight.

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Nightingales are
exiled, at the pretext of
saving the sanity.

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In ending, I will
begin my journey to find
the eternity.

Friday, April 27, 2018
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