UnbegottenA Poem by Satish VermaShedding the knowledge I was aware of emptiness,
Shedding the knowledge
I was aware of emptiness, that will allow me to watch from afar― the message coming from the locked doors. Getting nearer the gorge you want to look at your spitting image― in water. I hinge an old frame to find me in baby face. Did you see your future visits to cauldron of life? You never wanted to become a god of wayfarers. A tinge of stupidity was evident to renew your faults to remain human. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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