Talking To A Friend
Living between the deaths
as a witness
to a silence between the words.
Leaves had fallen:
yet a dry tree
was still flowering exuberantly
under a scorching sun.
My day has come,
but I was far away from
shores of the other body.
From unknown to unknown,
I am the self,
I am the known.
poem by Satish Verma
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