Theme: Life

Mystery

by Satish Verma
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The fumbling picks up. 
The sixth sense 
was failing. 

A mother weeps 
for the unborn child. 
You were still ogling at the peaks. 

Were you true to yourself 
in the dark, when the 
moon was away? 

I had lost the burning 
coals, after the 
rains came. 

The dark mine, where 
they were shot, for 
picking up the lightning.

18-Dec-2013

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