Listening Unheard Voices

Listening Unheard Voices

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The leaning neck of the moon, getting

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The leaning neck
of the moon, getting
intimate with
a tall pine.

Partheno-sculpting
a protégé, without touching
the essentials.

Somebody waits for your
footfalls. Somebody
loves you without telling.

Like sensory pits
of a viper. I smell
your heat.

The swaying hips
of downing night.
Sun was rising.

© 2020 Satish Verma


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Added on June 1, 2020
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