Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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For No Obvious Reason

When I wanted

to stop you, the flame was

snuffed out by an invisible hand.

I let the missing link

go. My body turns blue.

You return back the

rusted coins. Fountain was

dry. Someone was going insane.

An albino touch with

blue eyes― the planet quivers

in chill.

A punishment for

remaining brown in the

crowd of white lilies.

Summer is breathing

last. Frozen lips now stop the flight.
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