satishverma
Lapsed Memories
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Can you foresee the 
future, the unstable peak, the
ground's underneath tremble?
A lonely moon sits on
the palm― watching the risqué
world go to long sleep.
I am nowhere in
this crazy― maddening race of
musical chairs.
Unsure, I meet the
blue eyes of the lake, ready to
jump into my leaky boat.
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