In Transparent Clouds Poem by Satish Verma

In Transparent Clouds

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You want to sleep
on every moon to get a soothing
pain in heart. What would be left behind?

The outsider will be
asked to stay and synchronize
with history and sun.

Do not blow off the
candle. Not me, not dust. This was
the fever of love in the rain.

Friday, March 22, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: history,soothing
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