Paradox

Paradox

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Time. Marches on; tasting the blood of hikers,

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Time. Marches on; 
tasting the blood of hikers, 
who would not�"� 
reach the summit. 



Red clover. 
I walk under the black 
moon to light�"� 
the fire. 



Meet me 
sometime, in the half way 
house, I have forgotten 
my name.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on August 10, 2017
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