22 August, 2022

An Ode to an Eagle

When you cross all
the limits, water dries up and
cloud weeps. Where was the moon?

You do what you want
to do. Even violence fears of
your storm and ship wrecks in tears.

Between life and death,
can you go through a hole? When
you are pinned, there is no blood.

Satish Verma

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