In Testing Time

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Satish Verma

I was sewing some
words to make a poem. Your finger
bleeds. My dilemma grows with pain.

The sparrows were sitting
quietly. They don't want to go back
to homes on the willows.

A swimmer wants to stay
in water. A nude from a painting
walks out to swim in boiling sea.

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