Forgetting Identity Poem by Satish Verma

Forgetting Identity

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I take up the spectre
of unsung pains. Half- doubts will
follow the ending day, Make me moon.

A skyless agony will
divide our world. I become my own
mirror to witness the weird happenings.

The circle never makes
a square. We can partition the lips
of animation defining love.

Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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