I was watching a flight of swans 
in a neat row over the horizon. 

You were counting the pebbles on the beach. 
Sun will shortly crease the clouds, 
but first let us decide for our starving existence 
how far is our home? 

I cannot assemble the broken mirror, 
the splinters have twisted images. 
Somebody knocks out a tomb in sand, 
and I wait for a giant wave to wash 
out the traces. 

The death offers the final peace.

Satish Verma

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THE DIFFERENCE

I was watching a flight of swans 
in a neat row over the horizon. 

You were counting the pebbles on the beach. 
Sun will shortly crease the clouds, 
but first let us decide for our starving existence 
how far is our home? 

I cannot assemble the broken mirror, 
the splinters have twisted images. 
Somebody knocks out a tomb in sand, 
and I wait for a giant wave to wash 
out the traces. 

The death offers the final peace.

Satish Verma

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THE DIFFERENCE

I was watching a flight of swans 
in a neat row over the horizon. 

You were counting the pebbles on the beach. 
Sun will shortly crease the clouds, 
but first let us decide for our starving existence 
how far is our home? 

I cannot assemble the broken mirror, 
the splinters have twisted images. 
Somebody knocks out a tomb in sand, 
and I wait for a giant wave to wash 
out the traces. 

The death offers the final peace.

Satish Verma

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THE DIFFERENCE

I was watching a flight of swans 
in a neat row over the horizon. 

You were counting the pebbles on the beach. 
Sun will shortly crease the clouds, 
but first let us decide for our starving existence 
how far is our home? 

I cannot assemble the broken mirror, 
the splinters have twisted images. 
Somebody knocks out a tomb in sand, 
and I wait for a giant wave to wash 
out the traces. 

The death offers the final peace.

Satish Verma

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THE DIFFERENCE

I was watching a flight of swans 
in a neat row over the horizon. 

You were counting the pebbles on the beach. 
Sun will shortly crease the clouds, 
but first let us decide for our starving existence 
how far is our home? 

I cannot assemble the broken mirror, 
the splinters have twisted images. 
Somebody knocks out a tomb in sand, 
and I wait for a giant wave to wash 
out the traces. 

The death offers the final peace.

Satish Verma

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THE DIFFERENCE

I was watching a flight of swans 
in a neat row over the horizon. 

You were counting the pebbles on the beach. 
Sun will shortly crease the clouds, 
but first let us decide for our starving existence 
how far is our home? 

I cannot assemble the broken mirror, 
the splinters have twisted images. 
Somebody knocks out a tomb in sand, 
and I wait for a giant wave to wash 
out the traces. 

The death offers the final peace.

Satish Verma

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About the Author:
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.