Small Pains

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Satish Verma

I want you to call
me, when my shirt was stainless
and sun was rising.

The monarch lands on
my book to read the verse―
meant for the moon.

The empty mind spins.
Script was totally burnt-out in
my voicelessness.

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USA polarity indirectly in your empty spinning minds. The monarch reading is brilliant.. ~S~



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