On your dark face 
smile does not spread like a butterfly. 
Most reticent I had been, 
It was very difficult to give, 
and very painful to take. 
You wanted to be noticed, 
and I had a tryst with uncharted path. 

It was coming. 
The separation! 
Like an anal pain of cancer. 
The essence was, usurped by a deathly kiss of cobra. 
Your thoughts, body language were wrapped 
in a tarnished blanket. 
Let us start a parallel monologue 
on different selves. 

Do not count the wounds. 
An anthropologist has become a messenger. 
The history, the fossils, the caves are shouting, 
we were cannibals. 

No sound will trudge now, 
on our empty streets. 
No knocks will come on our doors.

Satish Verma

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THE LOST ONES

On your dark face 
smile does not spread like a butterfly. 
Most reticent I had been, 
It was very difficult to give, 
and very painful to take. 
You wanted to be noticed, 
and I had a tryst with uncharted path. 

It was coming. 
The separation! 
Like an anal pain of cancer. 
The essence was, usurped by a deathly kiss of cobra. 
Your thoughts, body language were wrapped 
in a tarnished blanket. 
Let us start a parallel monologue 
on different selves. 

Do not count the wounds. 
An anthropologist has become a messenger. 
The history, the fossils, the caves are shouting, 
we were cannibals. 

No sound will trudge now, 
on our empty streets. 
No knocks will come on our doors.

Satish Verma

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THE LOST ONES

On your dark face 
smile does not spread like a butterfly. 
Most reticent I had been, 
It was very difficult to give, 
and very painful to take. 
You wanted to be noticed, 
and I had a tryst with uncharted path. 

It was coming. 
The separation! 
Like an anal pain of cancer. 
The essence was, usurped by a deathly kiss of cobra. 
Your thoughts, body language were wrapped 
in a tarnished blanket. 
Let us start a parallel monologue 
on different selves. 

Do not count the wounds. 
An anthropologist has become a messenger. 
The history, the fossils, the caves are shouting, 
we were cannibals. 

No sound will trudge now, 
on our empty streets. 
No knocks will come on our doors.

Satish Verma

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THE LOST ONES

On your dark face 
smile does not spread like a butterfly. 
Most reticent I had been, 
It was very difficult to give, 
and very painful to take. 
You wanted to be noticed, 
and I had a tryst with uncharted path. 

It was coming. 
The separation! 
Like an anal pain of cancer. 
The essence was, usurped by a deathly kiss of cobra. 
Your thoughts, body language were wrapped 
in a tarnished blanket. 
Let us start a parallel monologue 
on different selves. 

Do not count the wounds. 
An anthropologist has become a messenger. 
The history, the fossils, the caves are shouting, 
we were cannibals. 

No sound will trudge now, 
on our empty streets. 
No knocks will come on our doors.

Satish Verma

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THE LOST ONES

On your dark face 
smile does not spread like a butterfly. 
Most reticent I had been, 
It was very difficult to give, 
and very painful to take. 
You wanted to be noticed, 
and I had a tryst with uncharted path. 

It was coming. 
The separation! 
Like an anal pain of cancer. 
The essence was, usurped by a deathly kiss of cobra. 
Your thoughts, body language were wrapped 
in a tarnished blanket. 
Let us start a parallel monologue 
on different selves. 

Do not count the wounds. 
An anthropologist has become a messenger. 
The history, the fossils, the caves are shouting, 
we were cannibals. 

No sound will trudge now, 
on our empty streets. 
No knocks will come on our doors.

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.