My Incompleteness Poem by Satish Verma

My Incompleteness

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Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.

You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.

What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole

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