Satish Verma
Any Dilemma
Kiss me hard―
defending your poverty.
It was a flawless depression.
Do not need any sand-storm
to cover the jutting bones.
Time was full of tragedies.
Did you ever hear of―
the fences in a divided house?
The prayers without words?
Drunk in a moonless―
night, of the unheard voices,
you stumble on Ars Poetics.
More wreaths for the
forgotten lover of letters.
Life moves on.
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