Theme: Life

The Melting

by Satish Verma
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Not moving, the words 
had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. 
Only restlessness was there in buoyancy 
ready to distort the sound of depth. 

I am expanding in propriety, 
in meaning. 
Pure burning on flame of truth, 
like a moth. 

Listen to the guilt, 
the denial to the stasis of soul. 
The loneliness brings the touch 
of unlimited falls.


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