Quietness - Poem by Satish Verma
Cupping the water in hand,
you feel the nativity―
near the mute swans.
The silence of a bird, explodes
before it flies.
The hands flutter in excitement.
You take a cipher to
measure the infinity. Figures
become drones. One of the
suspect throws a bomb.
The quietness of sea, when
you start drinking the mist.
I will discover the beauty of death.
The words will reach,
when you would not listen.
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