Wages 
of alienation 
were increasing. 
We were afraid 
of reflections. 
Shifting 
of landscapes 
will hurt the river. 
I was blinded 
by blues. 
Relationship 
becomes a speech 
impediment, 
bonds start 
breaking. 
I wanted 
to call your name -
in solitude. 
The echo 
reaches the whole sky.
Satish Verma
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