Exiting Self Poem by Satish Verma

Exiting Self



The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight,
to hurl the flames.

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Bright pink will have
collision effect on you
to lose me at dawn.

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No grass, no palms in
path of self-immolation,
when sun was cooling.

Thursday, August 16, 2018
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