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The Mysterious Fire
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Satish Verma I was a poem
reinventing the estranged
diaspora of words.
No regrets. Eliciting
the sane suffering,
which did not bode ill.
Breaking the silence
I will reclaim the groped
virginity of stones, which
had witnessed unparalleled assault.
I was your earth,
and I was your space.
You zoomed through me
like a comet, piercing my body
my bones,
my sky.
An angel paints
his body with moonlight,
in blue theme.
