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Lotus-Eating
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Satish Verma A repeat lover,
moon comes back
every night in different robes.
It was a question
of your conscience, when
you were being eaten alive.
Hyenas will come again-
to unearth the bones, to
give you the message.
Remaining poor was a great
bliss.You don't
need to pay for anything.
The hunger goes deep.
Fathomless.Your eyes roam
in search of a face after the hanging.
Was he smiling?
You hanker to touch
the eyes, which were burning
like coals.
