ETERNITY

by Satish Verma   Dec 8, 2014


Pearl - drops
on your upper lip:
heat -
of a stand-off
between
inside and outside.

More spiritual
I become
forgetting
the black eye,
I want to go back
with empty hands.

My home
is far away,
doorless,
roofless,
where dark squints at the moon.

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