Who Was Blessed

Who Was Blessed

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Who Was Blessed

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Do trees quiver
in dark at night,
exploring their original skins
under the starlight?

Why do they talk
when we sleep?
Living is very cheap
and dying was expensive.

Would you mind
to buy death, letter by
letter in understanding
the market?

The Sunday moon was
always beautiful. You stay
on terrace to say goodbye
before closing the book.

There was eternal pain,
outside and inside.

© 2024 Satish Verma


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Added on April 25, 2024
Last Updated on April 25, 2024
Tags: Life