The Volcano EruptsA Poem by Satish VermaThe Volcano Erupts
It was unique in many ways
once you had asked, how would I like to go. Like sitting on the edge of a birdbath, after celebrating summer flight, the sparrow wants to drop dead in water. Sometimes you want to watch your own wake between hundreds of earthen lamps. The ending cannot be translated. You don't own your life, your freedom. If you see me as your liberator. I will bring my own shackles. Dignity never comes in black and white I will wait for you under the shade of a holy tree. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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