satishverma
Who Was Disappearing?
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In my soreness and
shadow, the poem speaks. In bleached
eyes, you burn without sparks.
The despondent moon
will unsee the sunset and barge
in the lake. A lone tree starts trembling.
It was scary to count
the stars, one by one entering the black
hole. There was no mercy.
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