Not Mine Poem by Satish Verma

Not Mine

I do not know what
I will do in ink night, I will
touch you with my poems.

You are not what
you look. Everything is yellow.
The sun, moon, eyes and roses.

I hold your arm at
median nerve. The carpal tunnel
quivers. Happiness was locked.

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