Poezja

a pervasive bareness
walks like an honest lie
on the road to truth the bone white marble
god oversees the planet green's woes
a climate change of heart its manipulations
its intrigues

something remains unsaid when i look back
i think again before i disappear between
bread and god whosover is stronger
than me i remained unchained distrusting
the rules laid down by hoaxes now i
am not me

i am not a god i am not a thought only
innocence of an unopened bud.



Satish Verma