To Become Whole Poem by Satish Verma

To Become Whole



In paroxysm nothing
appeals. I test the burning home.
Where the pigeons will nest now.

The poetics search
the soothing effect of punishment.
Oh in another case give me Ganges.

Fever comes and goes.
You also survive near the ghats.
I talk only with the absent God.

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