Returning Your Message

Satish Verma

Don’t let me go. 
over the cork, a bottle 
fights for the fluids 
to flow out. 

No apology to 
feel you. There was 
no death in the night. 
A sun lies down beside me. 

The flesh was disappearing. 
A blue star alights, 
to make a landmark 
for the climbers. 

No regrets 
for the crunch of dry leaves 
when you walk on the 
grave of the witch doctor.

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This is interesting to me. Read it a few times. I must say, I often read you. Though I fail to comment... I do read. 

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