30 september 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Hyperaesthesia

Growing moon seeds
on palms? Where was moon?
A single thought shakes us both.

Who was under
surveillance? You generate your
own rains to wash the stains.

Who you love in dark
when stars sleep and night
birds come out for singing.

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