Poetry

Satish Verma


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23 november 2019

The Spillover

Not a dog day―
after snapping. In
fatigues, you get a parole
to start sowing sunflowers.
 
A butterfly skips,
the roundabout and lands
on your lips―
 
after spending entire
life from flower-to-flower
from bush-to-bush.
 
I was a witness to history
in making. There was
no togetherness. Will you
believe that?
 
I am a flame now. All
night I will burn,
to read the explosions―
reaching the bottom of fear.
 






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