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A Parting
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Satish Verma I was once again―
angry with me, for
cheating the smile and
wading into violence of tears.
It was hard on me.
You will not find any remains
of my departure.
Like a cuckoo
breaking its flights in mid air
and falling from the sky.
It was not that simple―
to embrace the solitude. I
was your dream and I was
your pain.
A pithy moon―
in all-out night, smothering
the wet lips. I want
no more affairs.
A ripened age wants only
a handshake to finalize an exit.
