08 May, 2012

MEMORY WALK

Wanted to visit old lanes 
for a mocking bird. 
A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. 

Treachery flees from 
the trees and settles 
on the white wings of flying swans. 

No logarithm will stop 
to watch the invisible 
numbers going for infinity. 

Tomorrow I go back to my 
school, to wear my fallen mask. 
The world was very obtuse to watch a setting sun.

Satish Verma

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