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To Understand Myself
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Satish Verma I do not ask you.
The trembling flawless
kiss lands at the
lips of moon.
The prize was
not honored, returned
to the donor of death.
Without words
the abstract settles for
clues to take an
elliptical path.
The genius will
bring, down your lids
to see your bleeding feet
leaving the footprints.
There was no regret
to make myself fair
to undo the night's
womb.
