The Sundial

The Sundial

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The orifice was absent from the face.

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The orifice was absent 
from the face. 
The hatred will unite the enemies. 

You won't speak 
in the debate, how to 
murder the humanity. 

Old affections are made 
anew.You can score the 
highest tears 


Armless, you move 
the clock in- 
opposite direction. 

The stigma still remains 
after the flight. 
I am going back home.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on April 14, 2018
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