Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Homeward

Suddenly, the full moon
pops up soundlessly. I was stunned
by sheer nakedness.

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Will you catch a
butterfly for my reluctant wine?
I had invited the black roses.

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A city does not
sleep any more, after the call
of service, fumbling with the locks.
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