Satish Verma
Trying To Sleep
For a lake feel
to find the four-leaf clover
grazing your absence.
But the road does not run.
And I cannot reach
the wicked rapture.
Where the gray sky
meets the water's shadow
every wave weeps for the moon.
Like a dragonfly skimming
the import, floats on the
dampened page of life.
You will not be able to sleep
in this full moon.
The pilgrim hawk was flying
very low.
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