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After The Eyebath
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Satish Verma In absence of words,
the silence rules. Dying
color of moon conceives
a sun.
There was a subtle
hint of constancy. You will
say something unsaying
to retrieve the blame.
In word war, nobody
wins. A blue stain was
spreading for reconciliation.
There will be no more hunting.
Like a small lake
enters in your eyes. You
start swimming along
the swans.
Stunned butterflies
lie under the paper weights.
There was no argument
between the hunter and hunted.
