A Tree HouseA Poem by Satish VermaThe rubble was still rising after the direct hit. The
The rubble was still rising
after the direct hit. The private dens were in ruins. Salicin? Do you know the" willow-bark? My father said, the spirit of the tree healed and removed the suffering and pain of man. Celebrating the cease of fire, death moves in a circle, seeking the truce between the" cage free neighbours. Don’t pull out the tubers, the roots. The ancient souls" live in them. The psyche, you will have to read off mute greens. Ask the questions. From the wounded earth, will be an electric response. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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