Overnight

Overnight

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Unstitch my memories, I have come home,

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Unstitch my memories, 
I have come home, 

My bag was full of worries. 
How will I spread my age? 

An old man reading the palms― 
cannot find the glasses. 

After a mutiny, nothing was 
left of a hissing pyramid. 

Tell me the shape of tomorrow 
to come. In dark I have 
to bury my name.

© 2019 Satish Verma


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Added on April 27, 2019
Last Updated on April 27, 2019
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