The Essential Poem by Satish Verma
The Essential
Night was all black.
I could not find my
hands / half-dead─
velvety ribs. I want
to rub the spikes and─
toe the line of hurricane.
The naked eye, a-roving
will search for the moon
as the superstorm was─
poised for a landfall.
To receive the wrath─
the ants will find the─
watermark and move to
higher grounds. The sea
throws up the secret of unknown.
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8/28/2026 1:17:48 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
the brewing of the issues..as usual nice..thank you for sharing..