Conceiving

Conceiving

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The knife peels off the silence.

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The knife peels off 
the silence. 
Colours were very shrewd. 



Tonight I want to sleep 
open-eyed, to keep a 
vigil on shooting stars. 



The wood god 
had no limbs. Only jewels 
were used as prostheses.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on February 16, 2017
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