Theme: Life

The Essential

by Satish Verma
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Night was all black. 
I could not find my 
hands half-dead.

Velvety ribs. I want 
to rub the spikes and
toe the line of hurricane. 

The naked eye, a-roving 
will search for the moon 
as the superstorm was

poised for a landfall. 
To receive the wrath
the ants will find the

watermark and move to 
higher grounds. The sea 
throws up the secret of the
unknown.

11-Mar-2014

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