Godly Interest Poem by Satish Verma

Godly Interest



To recall a memory
at sundown will be painful.
Moon doesn't agree.

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I assemble the words,
to tell the truth of blood―
on your trembling hands.

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What was invisible,
would be known to unknown.
You remain silent.

Sunday, April 29, 2018
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