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Loving A Street
by Satish Verma
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  A lead goes nowhere, 
a ladder, a snake, bloody steps; 
a city mourns, while blackened walls 
of a house search its owner. 

Shadows of grainy straws move 
under the eyes. Scent of nails bites 
bronze silence. Sips of cold statements 
for parched lips. 

Everything was hunger bound. Eyes on 
walnut chair: snow flakes of grammar, 
this time the monarch does not speak, 
only brown skin wakes the fear. 

Learning to listen intensily, inner voice, 
time caresses the feathers of forgetfullness.
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March 11, 2011
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