Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
Satish Verma
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
Satish Verma
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