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Satish Verma A cat crosses a bridge
alone. Moon looks down to find
the river. Ducks were holding the boat.
Who wants to return to
equity or brutality? Fear and
uncertainty cast the future.
Sand waves bring reprisal.
Divides the hearts. Your paradigm invites
perjury. I am going to ignite the flames.
As I read through your
As I read through your magnificent poems in this form, I am becoming convinced that the Moon is one of your presiding Muses, and I applaud your accomplishment in this series.
Starward