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It Was Enough
Yawning of dawn.
I scribble a note for night
to come again.
And I try to write a triolet
in memory of moon;
who forgot to say goodbye.
A pigeon flutters in my chest
for a beautiful bride,
who was fond of pecans.
I have not much to show
except my trembling hands
which could not light the -
lamp in dark for once, to
read the face of eternity.
poem
by
Satish Verma
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