Many Shades

Many Shades

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The brown rice were not yet ready.

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The brown rice were 
not yet ready. 
An old man turns in grave. 



The thingness 
was shapeless in dark 
Like a sleeping Buddha. 



Once I told a lie. 
The snow started melting 
releasing methane.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on January 5, 2018
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