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Like a pause in pain 
I ring the bell 
of homecoming. I was ready 
to meet the hurricane. 

The alien neighbor of white fires. 
After the rains 
the slush will overwhelm the abducted 
silence. 

The celestial peace will 
be shattered. Something will remain 
unexplained, between the kisses of doors. 
Go soflty into the dark 

I know myself. 
From your eyes the stained thoughts 
will read the winter of leaves laden 
with crisp snowflakes.

Satish Verma