The Enabler

The Enabler

A Poem by Satish Verma
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You come to me formless, to claim your dues―

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You come to me formless, 
to claim your dues― 
of whispering poems. 

At sharp cliff, 
what was your dream― 
destiny of taking a long fall? 

The rising smoke dissolves 
the boundaries, when you 
fondle the dark for some pulse. 

The final gift arrives 
of tears, within reach 
of the implosion. 

Along the boulevard 
a flight of swans― 
sails for another lake. 

I lift my hand for final salute.

© 2019 Satish Verma


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Added on February 12, 2019
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