Waiting
After the slaughter,
the moon was blue-
as if poisoned.
*
I was not amused
by this celebration.
Could not sleep by hurricane.
*
The insects.
You cannot become Buddha,
sitting unmoved.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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