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Brooding end
Brooding end

For the bird,

I knocked the cage to set it free.

My tryst,

with a nightmare begins.

It was me, dismembered

in sour death

where sorrow meets the sorrow.

Now rising, now falling, the delicate frame

on unseen wings

beneath the stars, above the moon.

The killing circle

of trampling wishes takes you nowhere. In cubicles

you are lost, recycled. The theme of projecting yourself

looks straight in your face. What next?

The time infects you mercilessly. Vaguely

you become aware of imminent chaos.

The hollow drums will beat endlessly.

Satish Verma

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BROODING END

For the bird,

I knocked the cage to set it free.

My tryst,

with a nightmare begins.

It was me, dismembered

in sour death

where sorrow meets the sorrow.

Now rising, now falling, the delicate frame

on unseen wings

beneath the stars, above the moon.

The killing circle

of trampling wishes takes you nowhere. In cubicles

you are lost, recycled. The theme of projecting yourself

looks straight in your face. What next?

The time infects you mercilessly. Vaguely

you become aware of imminent chaos.

The hollow drums will beat endlessly.

Satish Verma

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BROODING END

For the bird,

I knocked the cage to set it free.

My tryst,

with a nightmare begins.

It was me, dismembered

in sour death

where sorrow meets the sorrow.

Now rising, now falling, the delicate frame

on unseen wings

beneath the stars, above the moon.

The killing circle

of trampling wishes takes you nowhere. In cubicles

you are lost, recycled. The theme of projecting yourself

looks straight in your face. What next?

The time infects you mercilessly. Vaguely

you become aware of imminent chaos.

The hollow drums will beat endlessly.

Satish Verma

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

BROODING END

For the bird,

I knocked the cage to set it free.

My tryst,

with a nightmare begins.

It was me, dismembered

in sour death

where sorrow meets the sorrow.

Now rising, now falling, the delicate frame

on unseen wings

beneath the stars, above the moon.

The killing circle

of trampling wishes takes you nowhere. In cubicles

you are lost, recycled. The theme of projecting yourself

looks straight in your face. What next?

The time infects you mercilessly. Vaguely

you become aware of imminent chaos.

The hollow drums will beat endlessly.

Satish Verma

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

BROODING END

For the bird,

I knocked the cage to set it free.

My tryst,

with a nightmare begins.

It was me, dismembered

in sour death

where sorrow meets the sorrow.

Now rising, now falling, the delicate frame

on unseen wings

beneath the stars, above the moon.

The killing circle

of trampling wishes takes you nowhere. In cubicles

you are lost, recycled. The theme of projecting yourself

looks straight in your face. What next?

The time infects you mercilessly. Vaguely

you become aware of imminent chaos.

The hollow drums will beat endlessly.

Satish Verma

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