The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
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The Closed Window

The Closed Window

A Poem by Satish Verma
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When─ you were taking lovers,

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When�"� 
you were taking lovers, 
a tunnel collapsed. 




The vision 
rolls back. The moon 
releases the dark secrets. 



A collaborator 
gives in. The street spreads 
the names.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Interesting piece. Could be a few possibilities for meaning and that's what makes a poem extra special. Thanks for making me think!

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