Gleanings

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Satish Verma

Autumn moon― 
in full grace. I have 
come out to say hello. 



Everything was in 
order. A stunned silence. 
The cuckoo gives a long call. 



Long ago, such 
was the night. I 
wrote my first poem. 



My innocence, 
intact― I still feel 
my stupidity.

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Loved

the last verse. Made me snicker - slc