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Poem on Thorns
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Satish Verma We are family. Ask
yourself. Pain and cognizance burn
in cauldrons. Hazy eyes.
I know you cannot stand in
flames like Casabianca. Any angel
will ever drop? Were you a pure lamb?
Why did you divide the
love? To remain unbowed before the
surging black clouds?
Like all of your poems in
Like all of your poems in this form, the brevity does not, in any way, detract from the immense power of your words and phrases.
Starward