Unmaking Poem by Satish Verma

Unmaking



The ink was fading.
I don't want to stay on the
right side of time.

*

Thoughts will mute. You
cast another spell on poems
I feel presence.

*

After arrival,
there was no departure.
Spirit will hover.

Thursday, August 30, 2018
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