Poezja

On wrong side of truth
a prophecy burns.
A conflict of your own choosing
when more was less.

Do you need some divine
intervention in resolving
human questions?

The innocence of a sunflower
will not blame the moon
for dark night.

To watch a huge fig tree
coming out of a tiny
seed to give shelter
to hundreds of passersby.

Are you overwhelmed
by the promise of unproven
auguries?


Satish Verma