along the deserted way
to her heart
but alone,
which is really so hard
for me to carry that loneliness
over my head
as an unvisible crown
Never let your mind
be covered by foggy patches,
Even if they seem
much softer than you think,
On the mind, they leave
unvisible but hazardous scratches
A bruise-
opens up again.
Why you did not know,
how to stop, in the blue night,
under the shadow of
god particles ?
A glimpse-
of the naked form;
the size, the shape,
unsettles the script, the committed
dogma. Why you were still
unvisible, O glory ?
Absurdity-
of the beliefs.
Life becomes a peddeler.
I don’t want to go to any bazaar
now. A poem is good enough
to move on.
Satish Verma
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