Smokeless Incense Poem by Satish Verma

Smokeless Incense



Sometime in wordless
prayer, a moon was trapped,
Eerily the neck breaks.

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Everyday you were
moving away like sun from
all my being exiled.

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You don't say goodbye.
Seared, I will hear the hissing
sound of blue flames.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018
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