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Terracotta
With fractured hands
I lit a pyre
of small nudes
with pink globes.
A moon bleaches me white in a long night.
A reprieve was needed
from the scorching sun
opening a jinx
of a metaphor.
The poems will take care of the burning home.
Of deaths and forecasts
I would like to see the
ending of descent
from the mount of pain
The ice will tremble in the smoke.
poem
by
Satish Verma
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