Satish Verma


What A Life?


Why, why we keep on 
weighing each other? 
You were an anchor; 
I was a feather. 
 

 
The land fall! 
There was no noise. 
Tornado had come like 
a revelation! 
 

 
After the break, 
you count the rings- 
in heart wood. 
A condensed torture!



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