Satish Verma


From The Streetlamp


Hits you in the face, 
disseminating the chivalry 
of fragile connotation. 
 
A virtue slips away from― 
your hands, when you think 
what is a pain. 
 
Then the poem starts 
writing about the pen 
which had no ink. 
 
You need courage to― 
smash the mirror which 
was telling the truth. 
 
And the complexity of 
relationship comes, to the fore, when 
the belief was stronger than love.



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