Mode Of Becoming One Poem by Satish Verma
Mode Of Becoming One
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Only light killed me
in darkness. I am writing my last
poem. It was a dream, not true.
Can an angel become
a stealth? Unmaking love for the
sake of a hidden treasure.
Let us go by iron-
gate. Life gives you a lesson. The
first toast was the last toast.
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Can an angel become a stealth? Intricate question