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Dream Hunters
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Satish Verma I will not mime
for the sake of belonging.
Moon albino, gives
a piercing cry. Why did you
look like solar eclipse?
When you intend to borrow
love, in parenthesis, I will
go mad.
Light filters from
the chips of your armor.
Essence was nearly invisible.
An insane encounter,
took place once. A red tailed parrot
landed on the pretty pomes.
A face lost in crowd,
floats again in my poems.
Don't you open the blank
pages, where your name
was watermarked.
