For an ailing love maker
ending was optional.
Nobody wanted to extend the truth
and hear the distant voices.
Half-waiting to divide the territory,
splinters will unravel the mystery.
A food chain slits the tongue, reaching, not reaching.
In the island of lonliness
somebody has left me midway in eternal twilight.
Amidst the stars
a river forgets the time, and moon
scrapes the sky.
A new pledge may bring back the sun.
Satish Verma
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