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Giving Up Oaths
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Satish Verma One day balancing over
waters, someone drops dead.
Birds of a feather,
of no final abode,
were going to fall on
burning coals.
This was an era of
collective suicide.
Something goes amiss.
God was absent.
There was no evidence.
I should not have
fallen in love, with no talons.
I cannot bite the nails.
There were no sources.
No walls. You cannot find
the shade under the moon.
The imperial bell
will not toll.
