satishverma
O Blood, O Tears
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I will search you again
in the mudslide of truth. The
endless thirst makes the earth run.
When you recite my
poems, a black hole opens the―
mouth to suck them in. I let the stars weep.
A deep darkness descends
to test the power of buried light
in the grave of white lies.
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