Satish Verma
Unbroken View
Segment by segment
the secret breaks. There was
no song afterwards.
A robin hops on the dirt road.
Time was scare.
Living water was escaping.
Visibility has not changed.
I walk in great agony
without you.
The fabric was loosing
the color. The book will
never be complete.
I enter the colosseum, for
digging up the voices―
buried in the throats.
The daffodils wait in
backyard for the ceremony.
Light has come in the eyes.
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