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On The Knife Edge
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Satish Verma What I feel, was
incredible to shake off.
And the moon cries.
Why do I tie the
knot with nature? Your
eyes and cascading voice?
My wait will never
be over after the brief
encounter with the rising
mounds.
There it goes, my self―
made tryst with burning ghats,
to search a lost face.
The twilight pain
climbs again in my verses.
I cannot weave
a beautiful sunset.
For whom the
echoes travel very long
in dark woods?
