After Makeup Poem by Satish Verma

After Makeup



While turning the page
I write nothing on blank paper. Invisible
small footprints of tears can be touched.

I print you with nails
on the trail and divide the hope into words.
I love what you were singing.

Inhuman pain occurs
at departure for time being. You say
why the end does not come in meditation.

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