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Satish Verma In the moment of reckoning
or nemesis, I call you
from the clouds.
It was a poetic
whisper, no rectification. Only
different versions of truth.
The maverick will not
take it as a personal slight,
if you are preparing a premature
exit.
Can we undo the damage
and become friends?
Unuttered, but still vocal.
Who was talking
of eternity? Your love
was Being. Nothing else matters.
Metaphysically you become
abstract. I will draw
the unseen other for me.
