Hidden Paths

Hidden Paths

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Autumn sets deeper, after equinox. The

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Autumn sets 
deeper, after equinox. The 
homesick moon comes close. 



Was there any hope 
beyond the darkness? 
My hands are very dirty. 


What was the maniac 
pain of the sea? 
No boat wants to sink. 



Soundless was your 
enemy in bush. 
Why were you lamenting?

© 2019 Satish Verma


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Added on June 3, 2019
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