This Is My Poem Poem by Satish Verma

This Is My Poem

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A sea anemone watches
the expanding bank of turbulent
water to stretch the full moon.

Traveling to no place,
I ask the ash and smoke to go up.
Was there any cure of heart pain?

Who will let go now the
speechless? I want only prayers of
immigrants to hide the sun.

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