In Solitude Poem by Satish Verma

In Solitude



In every moment
my weakness will hang. Who wants to
become a prophet.

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Come in my vision
to pine for the eternal bliss
of waning pink moon.

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Can you walk with wind?
In summer night to talk with
humming fireflies?

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