Aftertaste

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Satish Verma

That targeted sleep will not come 
at once 
in the tamed night. 

A shifted pain 
lifts the irretrievable word 
shamed at edge. 

The godwings 
weave the rhyme of flight 
for the wedding of death. 

You are born again 
in sleep 
for another journey.

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