Una Corda

by Satish Verma   Apr 14, 2021

This was not physical.
Which part of your psyche,
I would touch?

Sometimes you swing
without a rope. A chasm
appears, then vanishes.

Blindfolded you open
a death door to see the fall.
The deep pain bifurcates.

The distance was increasing
between clouds. A crack
of light burns the dark. Animals

You remember a yawn
of cosmos. Someone becomes a fever,
high as sun, in earthen heart.


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