4 january 2020

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Many Shades

The brown rice were
not yet ready.
An old man turns in grave.
 
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The thingness
was shapeless in dark
Like a sleeping Buddha.
 
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Once I told a lie.
The snow started melting
releasing methane.

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