Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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Walking Toeless

Stone by stone you kill me.
Petal by petal I die -
holding a scalpel
to unwrite my name.

Violence
erupts among words.
A temple breaks.
O goddess! don't cry beyond silence.

The infant's milk
spills in darkness.
Antiquity raises a wall
around the mother.

I am vanishing now,
freezing my assets.
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