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Why A Poem
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Satish Verma Unfazed you stand in―
a drizzle, to locate the
moon nestling in clouds.
The speed of bite was fatal,
showing the movement
of incompleteness.
I searched the identity―
of one anonymous, who
had fathered an illegitimate eunuch.
I wanted to make a
confession, looking at the
blue sky, about my waywardness.
The crazy thing of mixing
the flowers, winds, moon and birds
with serious chores of life.
Unmistakingly a poem.
