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Muse and Sorrow
by Satish Verma
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  An uneasy blood cascades in the slender arteries
when you, that I wanted to touch
disappears into twilight of memory.

Always a sense of bereavement.
Why do I care for you?
Time drops like an old coin
in the hands of a drifter.

Take away my sleep
I want to wake the whole night
and recite the unwritten poems.

Again life had been very kind to me
I am free to face muse and sorrow.

 
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May 15, 2012
More By: Satish Verma
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Comments on this Poem

Comment The lost Muse often becomes the real muse, though muses come and go in minor forms.... liked this poem!

Kanchan Bhattacharya
05/16/2012 09:34 AM

Comment Take away my sleep
I want to wake the whole night
and recite the unwritten poems.

These lines reminds me of Kabindra Rabindranath.Liked it.

raghav
05/16/2012 06:47 AM




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