Released Poem by Satish Verma

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Give me a live
poem, like a mantra
chanting around body.

O teardrop, open
the grave of unseen
pain of hiding god.

Rains are waiting
to wash the black face of
the maligned moon.

Saturday, August 17, 2019
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