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Satish Verma

A hidden self portrait 
in a tar pit 
I do not want to explore further. 

Wind was making a big sound 
the tarp blowing off, 
I stand naked under the scortching sun. 

A classless pain rises fiercely 
I am careless about my height 
amdist tall peaks. 

Hypodermic, my little dachshund 
holds the time in small paws 
and plays with my stasis. 

I loose my taste of salt on lips 
charting between the tears 
of infant fears.

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It's been a while since I've

It's been a while since I've spent any time here. But it's refreshing to see, there are still some true poets here. I've got a few self portraits hidden in my own tar pit, that I'd rather not explore. I guess if you've been around enough, it's bound to be that way.

“I am careless about my height amidst tall peaks” - that is a lovely line.