Satish Verma


Salvaging



 
The reluctant thereness 
I want to embrace. 
 
The spiritualism without a god? 
This whispering darkness - 
 
always becomes an incensed flesh. 
I unwrap myself. 
 

 
Please let me touch 
the multistrands of understanding. 
 
After all what was a religion? 
You were always seeking an exit. 
 
The betrayal, godliness and 
fog hours. I always remained obsessed 
 
with the failing lights.
 



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