The Essential

The Essential

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Night was all black. I could not find my

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Night was all black. 
I could not find my 
hands / half-dead�"� 

velvety ribs. I want 
to rub the spikes and�"� 
toe the line of hurricane. 

The naked eye, a-roving 
will search for the moon 
as the superstorm was�"� 

poised for a landfall. 
To receive the wrath�"� 
the ants will find the�"� 

watermark and move to 
higher grounds. The sea 
throws up the secret of unknown.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on August 25, 2017
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