5 february 2020
Unbecoming Of The Poem
The fat moon
rises, when the bland earth
gives a call.
Like the black magic
of depression, in fall,
overwhelming the silence.
Of not becoming, what
you wished me to be,
or not to be.
A conflict always,
climbs the wall to overlook,
the pain of separation.
This winter, I am not
going to witness, the death
of night birds.
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To Dying MuseSatish Verma
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The VoyagerSatish Verma
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ItinerantSatish Verma
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Nim kur zapiejeJaga
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Between Done And UndoneSatish Verma
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Przed zmrokiemJaga
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1604wiesiek
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I RememberSatish Verma
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....wiesiek