Everything Was Weeping

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Satish Verma

Today my dancer fish
died. How did she know, the death
was nearby. She went to a nook to lie down.

Again my old pain comes
back. A parrot was imitating a tall
man. All the parrots were burnt alive.

Remaining poor I made
you a rich and immortal O god, to stay
in the sanctum sanctorum walls of gold.