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Alone In Myself
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Satish Verma The scaffolding falls.
The end and means
become one. There was―
no other second moon.
The prosthetic hand
feels your face. Blind eyes
hear your lips and a severed
leg walks me near you.
Under the tongue you
hide a word. I will never know
what. The armless sun
steals away my golden key.
Will never find you again
in my poems. My book torn,
my pen broken. I am picking
up the old lost coins.
