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Possessing You Again
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Satish Verma Sometimes,
you want to listen to silence―
for repose. Requiem
will come later on.
A dark feeling
is seeping in. I ask the ladybug
when will you wipe out
your black spots?
Temptation pours like lava.
Desires are godsend.
I say to myself-shed the gems,
pride and self, to walk away.
Liberated-to meet
my stars. The return bleeds.
Belongings gone― yet
the hand is steady to write a poem.
There was that last question?
When will you come out of your veil?
