It drips -
my ocean.
One dropp at a time
from the eyes of a grey stone.
Flows the anguish
in a cave.
A fallen grace from sky,
flickering like an earthen lamp.
Do not go
heart broken into crowd.
Tears were never sweet.
Satish Verma
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