Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Birth Of A Poem

In the sea of flesh:
pomegranates.
I will not say
what I mean.

In nameless pit
of hollow breast,
a parting kiss
of poetry.

I will count my steps
tonight.
walking on tectonic plates
before the quake hits.

It was the green blood
of craft.
A bloodless surgery
on heart.
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