What One Knows Poem by Satish Verma

What One Knows



Catching a glimpse
of moon―
in velvety October.

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You collect a beetle
fossil. Then
man was learning to walk.

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Same faces
in newspaper daily,
wearing me out.

*

Self-adoration
rocks the earth.
Journey to sleep begins.

Sunday, November 6, 2016
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