Balancing Act

by Satish Verma   Oct 7, 2019

Collecting the dirt,
a speechless drama unfolds.

Now you can hear the-
wails of buried amnesia.

You can touch now the footsteps
where the activist fell.

The gift of bleeds coming
from the saddened past;

the space was expanding-
to accommodate missed abortions.

My limbs giveaway gathering,
the blackberries of moon.


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