Never Again

by Satish Verma   Sep 28, 2020


You to whom, I
am lost, the remaining pain
will fetch the grace-
poise and dignity of
ending.

The future lies in-
the halo of the hill, where
the blood was spilled last night.

A black spot on the sun was
enlarging. I spell your name
in a bird song, that croons
tirelessly in timeless dawn.

The moon drenched lake
wails for the boat not to come.

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