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I Am the Lover
by Satish Verma
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  After separation from death 
rain-scented moon was rising 
in broken sky. Night birds started 
fluting one to another relentlessly; 

earth unjointed, was speechless, in 
failures we meet often, a little while. 
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, 
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing. 

You surge for the bleeding miner, the 
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind 
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in 
parallel depression will find a new praise. 

The infinite solitude of the soldier in war 
fights the demons of blind desires. One by 
one they kill you from the mountain. You 
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.
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February 23, 2011
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