Your Silver Brooch Poem by Satish Verma
Your Silver Brooch
Listening to a grief,
I look at your lips, where
the words sit trembling.
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Teach me to commit
a sin in return for gifts.
Land wouldn't divide sea.
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Thirst meets the desert
at the edge of night, where
sun was arrested.
Monday, May 14, 2018
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