Core ValuesA Poem by Satish VermaCore Values
A social metaphysicist
wants to know, how do you speak, standing under the palm moon? There would be a redemption, if you pronounce slowly, one by one word, without chewing it. There will be no commentator. The vertical ascent should stop, to stay easy, begging the question. There was no one path to truth. You have to find it in brown eyes. So much to bite, not being hungry. Who sells the shells? Somebody picks up the axe to finish the job. Where lies the fault in utopia? © 2022 Satish Verma |
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