Poetry

Satish Verma


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14 may 2020

The Essence Of Nothingness

Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake
with the moon tonight,
to inherit your pain.

Picking up the marbles
you nurture the memories.
In your speechlessness-
you have spoken a Buddha.

Buried in lake you dig out
the incense of life.
A rumor breathes.The untrounced
myth becomes the angel.
Will you meet the danger again?

The wounds were
becoming older.You want to
start the fight afresh? Against
the inevitable?
Why you were growing the sage?






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