22 january 2023

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Any Ambiguity?

Between us was
left a prelude. I open
the ruined book.

Why there was other
pain in eyes. Differentia?
Of unknown feel?

A creeper climbs,
your small window of psyche.
Jets ethereal spray.

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