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A LONE JOURNEY
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Satish Verma Invasion was thin
like a feather's fall
on the mirror.
Only bride will know,
the rose petals were
meant for unthinking.
Scattering rice
to dig out the tools
of prehistonic man.
The previous night
I taught myself
how not to peel the oranges―
with bare hands,
in terror, when there was
endless path to unknown.
Feather Fall
The image of a feather falling on the mirror is softly and slow motion rendered. Nice image for measuring time perhaps - Lady A