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Appropriatly Speaking
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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.
I do love your works this one
I do love your works this one especially the last line fulfills the poems intension perfectly! Blessingss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."