Satish Verma


Paradox


Time. Marches on; 
tasting the blood of hikers, 
who would not─ 
reach the summit. 
 

 
Red clover. 
I walk under the black 
moon to light─ 
the fire. 
 

 
Meet me 
sometime, in the half way 
house, I have forgotten 
my name.



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