I visualize you all time, 
my death, 
A beautiful partner of my life 
my redeemed ego! 
Hate was not showing 
its concrete face. 
Love has lost the scent 
and pshyche is leaving the path 
of abstract truth. 
Bruised, I loathe to go 
in this unbridled ordeal. 
Intuition or stupidity? 
A spotless dialogue I dream 
between fear and courage. 
At end, 
life can flow quietly 
amidst the promises 
clasping the peace, at its breast.
Satish Verma
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