Silent Perception

Silent Perception

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

The crowds, I was always afraid of them.

"
The crowds,
I was always afraid of them.

When you were
battling for a space,
you became a number,

in the golden cage.
Let me think...
what was the temple-secret?

Where was I
when the inferno started?

The grass still
waits for a showdown
with tall conifers.

© 2019 Satish Verma


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Added on December 13, 2019
Last Updated on December 13, 2019
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