Thursday, November 5, 2015

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A hate apart, living in embraces,
one night― you find the
bridge collapsed― in the
forest of skins.
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Satish Verma
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Shakil Ahmed 05 November 2015

well-composed poem, last stanza is beautiful- 'Shutting the lamps. No moths will descend on the books― no bleeding of the verse, so you can become empty of arithmetic.

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