The Ascetic GrievesA Poem by Satish VermaThe Ascetic Grieves
Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane and atone a sin. The time was catching up. Like someone plucks a narcissus for prayer. Pink and white, the cherry blossom in your eyes cracks the asphalt. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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