Appropriatly Speaking

Satish Verma

No use, running after the scent 
of the hounded animal. 

The cat was dead. 

You cannot travel beyond the sound. 
Your presence was noted― 
in a particle only. 

In the blurred image of a paper 
you may exist, may not. 

But I am alone. What was life? 
An unheard script handed down 
by unseen hand? 

Sugar curtains and salt-water: 
you cannot stand the acrimony 
of the pair standing nonchalanty.

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I do love your works this one

I do love your works this one especially the last line fulfills the poems intension perfectly! Blessingss 

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