Immaculate

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Satish Verma

This calm love like sea,
implodes. The nightmare haunts
you. Why do you want to destroy yourself?

Half man walks like a
candlestick. No flame. Sweetheart
clings you, not to follow the path of violence.

Where is the fearless muse?
The mirror will break. In the last scene.
Nobody wants to die for the moon.

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I have come to admire these

I have come to admire these poems so much that I actually look forward to their postings.


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