Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Covered With Quills

This paper lantern in lake
was in love with you.
The water oscillating,
not the taper.

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The panelled remains of―
walls still hold,
your signs. You would not
come back?

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Apparitions gather―
to bid goodbye to the moon.
A flame of the forest
was due any moment.
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