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Return to Myself
by Satish Verma
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  Dumbly you come to the brink of a precipice,
at the point of no return.
Moving, pivoting with a huge perception.
Knowing that life was exacting,
you are alive, alone with a conflict.

Your choosing was a miracle.
Seeking was not ending.
Death was an inadvertent mistake.
You lie down in terror.

Deep in the bones you know, you have to move.
There was no cloud above the eyes,
history was an aberration - rags to riches.

You become yourself
when death defines a name
and I remember a sunset.

My shaking fingers weave a drape of sorrow.
There was no patch of green
I return to myself.

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March 08, 2012
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