No Return - Poem by Satish Verma
It was inheritance
before the mirrors
for the language of windows.
The high rise buildings
always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide
and I cannot reach the sky.
I want to say
what I did not want to say.
The lake has gone in a siege
Wrap me a sharp knife
I will cut my tongue today
to offer to goddess of shame.
The light has gone away from my heart.
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