Secret Deals Poem by Satish Verma

Secret Deals



It insults the─
primitivism. Hypothermia, you
become cold-blooded.

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Fractured limbs.
How will you climb the
mound of questions?

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Gray night.
Between black and white
the ashen moon.

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