Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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I Don't Presume The Truth

I am not in something,
anything. Let the
sanitization begin.

Walking in a dark
tunnel, I had reached near you.
This was not my planet.

I become a stranger in my house.
Brown eyes and the copper―
bullets. Who wants to be placed
in crosshairs.

An unspoken threat
hurts the quorum, to prevent
the downside of earth.

Heartwrenching.
I don't tell. I don't ask.
Watch with eyes shut. How the
blue dreams are destroyed.

How long was the distance
between youand me?
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