Unreturning Poem by Satish Verma

Unreturning



To the vacant chair
I would talk―
when you are not there.

Watching from an edge
gives a better view
of fall.

You can perceive
a changeable constant
on move.

What would be your
life, after the dried log
helped to decapitate?

Lake view is being
developed, for evening prayers
for the martyrs.

You release the civil
hawks on the name of fore fathers.

Thursday, August 3, 2017
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