Do not
give me a dream.
I will return my name.
There was no arrival
for me. Like wintergreen.
No ending,
no point, no tip.
A continuum
of space, time
and pain.
A stream on blackstone
flowing after the hail,
pellets of frozen tears.
Satish Verma
give me a dream.
I will return my name.
There was no arrival
for me. Like wintergreen.
No ending,
no point, no tip.
A continuum
of space, time
and pain.
A stream on blackstone
flowing after the hail,
pellets of frozen tears.
Satish Verma
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