Empty Bowls Poem by Satish Verma
Empty Bowls
Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
You were not immortal
I had lost my speech
in my pain's birth.
Why it had to
happen, altering the genes
of unborn progeny?
I miss my divine
peace. You say nothing.
Space between nights shrinks.
We were scared.
Sun was hiding. I re-send
my prayer. Never pick
the meaning.
Inspiring poem, hope is the only way out when bowl is empty and prayers are the constant source of filling it up, A thoughtful poem 10+++++
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5/2/2024 3:05:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
touches me- You were not immortal I had lost my speech in my pain's birth.../// beautifully penned this poem