Another Mistake

by Satish Verma   Aug 23, 2019

Training your voice, you
had come around to open-
the door of the miasma.

The departure stretched
very long. Strange blinkers
were holding the light.

A cunning God would
not let you die-
in the trenches of syllables.

The moon would withdraw
from the humming night-
for a face-lifting.

One blind sun, hurts
the path, where I had
laid the marigolds.


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