11 october 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Deep Fears

Drop your haves and
have-nots. When you lose things
you are at peace.

From time immemorial.
I was hunting the moon
and you slept.

You never woke, my
god limbless you didn't
move, when earth was dying.

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