Satish Verma Writing

When, the scream ends, you start

After carbon dating you will find―

Invasion was thin like a feather's fall

Unlocking, the silver knife.

I don't find words. Words will find me crying,

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Compartment 114

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It was oneness, which brought my poetry

Often, I will return to myself,

I was worried. A deviant had lost the shape,

After the elective execution,

The wind was in your hair, I will bring the

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