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Near The Sun
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Satish Verma Don't interpret the light's
reach, on the longest
pain of summer.
There was no chaste tree
left for giving you shade
to sit and meditate.
You will not miss
a perfect sleep at dawn with
song birds sailing over your head.
A green snake has
dropped its skin bearing the trail
to copycat the detachment.
The backache returns
to dig out the hot moon
from the dark bushes.
I will sit and wait at the deck
for the cool fireflies to appear.
