Satish Verma


Gracefully


A lake walk,
in the forest of limbs.

Like the blind man said,
I can hear the truth.

It was more of a ritual
to sit in intense moonlight
when seagulls were stealing the sky…

And you will belong-
to the darkness, of unknowing-
self.

Knowing the inevitable end,
that will come, uninvited.



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