Incanting

Incanting

A Poem by Satish Verma
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It was restless mind and I ask you something.

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It was restless mind
and I ask you something.

The grammar.
When something big―
happens, I find an excuse
to say small things.

O invisible!
how do I resolve the puzzles
of life. It had become a big
traumatic event.

The rain―
of inflected words
backed up by silence, keeps
me running―
to find the import.

Tell me―
how do I remember you.

© 2020 Satish Verma


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Added on November 29, 2020
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