Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Not The Thing

Life plays the tricks.

You become a meteor-

a streak of light, in the almond eyes

of a god.

I don; t like the grey areas.

Can you become fearless

and confess the guilt of drinking

the mercury? Blisters had

appeared on your face red and blue.

Was it a pure fault?

Mother earth smiles.When buried

alive thirty below the mound of lies

you remained alive.

Dehydrated, you speak

the truth and spill out the

false teeth.Your mind separates

from the heart and blood stains emerge.
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