Something Wild

Folder: 
Satish Verma

That fugitive dream 
of shrinkage: 
a room in a room 
a door in a door. 
You were hurting the house affairs 
at midnight. 

The space accident 
starts dismanteling the life. 
Selective pain 
comes again. 
You start distancing from story touch, 
long vision. 

The canary brings down 
the roof. Somebody was leaving. 
The eyes will search another sky, 
another tree. 
In a light slumber 
another fall from the perch.

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