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No One Was Real
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Satish Verma In aloneless,
searching for you―
in a dark truth
trying to find a place
between the eyes.
Like a meme, a gene―
I carried you in my arms
by moonlight sonata
where the ocean meets
the flames.
Unmasking
pumic stones, the
face of volcano― frozen eyes.
You walk under the palms
in dream shadows.
The dust flies without
a wind. Exposed relics,
in dry river bed,
give you the bloodbath
of forgotten rhymes.
