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No More Halts
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Satish Verma To end an impasse,
I had placed a yellow rose
on your lips.
Where the world ends, my
poem starts to seal the bond.
A flock of birds flies― to reconnect
the warring factions of blue winds.
And the chemistry of river,
sings in between the two.
The green rattlesnake, falls from
the moon, stops the enmity. You are
not afraid, not nervous.
The hummers are in vogue,
flying backward. I will bring
the caped jasmine to celebrate
the truce.
You are now astute
beautiful inside. The bell
will not toll today.
