Wavelengths Poem by Satish Verma

Wavelengths



In a virgin place it
happened. A timelapse between
the kisses of two moons.

You were talking with air.
I cannot believe the fall of tresses
of sun and somewhere trust breaks

The observer becomes
observed. There was no difference
between killer and killed.

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