Satish Verma


Parentheses


It was not easy, 
to rewrite a dream poem 
when you are bound and hurt. 
 

 
A twiner 
looms out, at my window. 
Like a face, peeps in. 
 

 
Do not want to tell, 
about my sorrow, 
before the dried up river.



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