(5-6-1935 / )

On My Self

In windy nights I think,
I think in windy nights, of you―
when the moon looks on.

With otherness I
would wait for you. The being of
my basic instinct.

Come outside of you
unaltered by pure love,
for taking refuge.

by Satish Verma

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