satishverma
Unheard Murders
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Nature was conservative.
I was writing new poems, killing
the stories. There was pain for pain.
In my shortness, I find
tall soul-trees, who talk like Buddha
at night to bring back blue black thoughts.
After all balloons will fly
to follow queer small gods playing
with paralysed voices.
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