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Underbelly

By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

Unlocking,
the silver knife.
The poetry matters,
when it is dark.

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Night,
has its own secrets, when,
dew spreads out
the beadings on grass.

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Blackbuck was ready
to shed the antlers.
Moon was hornless.

By Satish Verma | Nov 10, 2017 | Category > Poem >Life | Comments | Views 160

 
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