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Between This And That
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Satish Verma There was a trust deficit
between the rose petals, under
the wheels and the moving feet.
It does not resolve the ancient
conflict of man with
the machine via perfume.
The smell of the pungent smoke,
sits in the empty chairs,
when you were left alone on the burning deck.
Where the sky meets
the ocean, my ship had sunk
amidst the blood and the blaze.
In absentia, I am baffled
by the time's minute, when the search
of the self goes unending.
