Words And Passages Poem by Satish Verma

Words And Passages



Defining the borders
with guilds,

a body hangs on a rope
mauled and fabled.

I am making a fool of myself
to find your hand.

Watching the world upside down,
the ailing Buddha─

was dying. I don't own the day.
Tomorrow will not remain yours.

Saturday, July 5, 2014
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Gajanan Mishra 05 July 2014

good day sir, thanks, I like your poems,

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