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The Shooting Star
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Satish Verma This was an obscene observation,
seeing through one’s mind
a terrible happening.
The naked truth was always dangerous.
I close the eyes of a beloved day.
The first lover hovers over
the trees like an invisible ghost.
By transforming the obsession
into the wholeness of a metaphor,
don’t you externalize the center,
of a theme? Integrity was
never your forte.
The light within was fading,
sheer escape.
I believe in a spring faithful to sun,
where the searching ends.
The body melts into melodies,
and the shooting star of midnight,
leaves a trail of fire.
It opens the sky,
the blade, the freckles.
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"By transforming the obsession
into the wholeness of a metaphor,
don’t you externalize the center,
of a theme?"
When I want to read the finest poetry I've encountered anywhere in a long time - I read 10 or so of your work and rethink why I became a poet when the world has you. - Marvelous writing - enjoyed twice :D