When You Had Left Poem by Satish Verma

When You Had Left



I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho
was talking brazenly?

What you are, I
ask myself. The sleeping
moon knows my falls.

Who unmade the
beautiful dream of a
stricken angel's rise?

Monday, October 7, 2019
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