A Tree House
The rubble was still rising
after the direct hit. The
private dens were in ruins.
Salicin ? Do you know the-
willow-bark ? My father said,
the spirit of the tree healed
and removed the suffering
and pain of man.
Celebrating the cease of
fire, death moves in a circle,
seeking the truce between the-
cage free neighbours.
Don’t pull out the tubers, the
roots. The ancient souls-
live in them. The psyche, you
will have to read off mute greens.
Ask the questions. From the wounded
earth, will be an electric response.
Satish Verma
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