Poetry

Satish Verma


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17 january 2021

In Quiteude

I walk towards you-
till it hurts.

In moment of nemesis
I set you free,
and deceive me.

You look beyond me
and become blind for the road.
Life starts drifting away from
each other to discover the meaning
of truth.

We may not meet again,
behind the faulted moon,
groping for light.

You always knew-
I was not you. A miniature
vice- religion apart,
had become a river between us.

I won't swim again.
Buddha smiles with alacrity.

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