Occupation

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Satish Verma

Leaving the stains behind 
I am moving to a new home 
O mother 
to wear the sun. 

The black moon 
had been stalking me for years 
O mother 
for a pink romance lifting the clouds. 

Though, I will not come back 
ever, in the valley of skins 
O mother 
yet I will remember your beloved night. 

Nebulous was the transit 
to sleep without beds. 
O mother 
How long these protests will continue?

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