Émigré

Émigré

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

It was not mental, when you said,

"
It was not mental, 
when you said, ― 
in solstice, the body 
and the physics of ashes become 
one, the duality is lost 
and indentation removed. 

This fall it was a freak 
weather. The tangerines are 
covered with accusing ice. The 
insomnia has set in the trees. 
No body was sleeping 
in gray. 

Do not forget the prayer. 
Retroactivily you can be pardoned.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on January 26, 2018
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