Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Odyssey

I will accept
the curse
of acquisition.
You wear an epic
on the fingers.
I read a virgin.

My shadow joins
the moon at night.
How tall were you?

Hold my arm
once. In terror
I had kisses an old flame.

Death will be
my only landmark.
My journey ends in your arms.
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