The lesson 
of sudden fall 
and forgotten kiss. 

Everytime I was afraid of me 
unforgiving the gorge 
of blue mountains. 

When I usher you in sun 
you flare up in color violet-green 
I stay in ebony’s arms – 

with eye spaces 
and everything turns water, 
water of a lake. 

I will not remember the shooting 
stars when you are beside me. 
Drifting curves had left behind 

the seeds, planted under the moon. 
Now they are exploding 
one by one in the conch. 

Tending to my pain 
when you were unborn 
O my poem 

how you lay on me 
asking for the whole truth 
which would undo the helix 

in eye long vision. 
If the loneliness smiles 
I will call you. 
I will call you.

Satish Verma

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