In Restraint

satishverma

Of many gods, 
I chose the rock-cut Buddha. 
At night we would talk daily. 

Like at talkathon― 
I will accept his grace, 
to follow my inner voice. 

I will narrate about the 
walking giants, silent birds, 
and weeping Ashokas. 

In togetherness we had 
separated with hate in 
aloneness. 

The love bites don't 
excite anymore. The religion 
of sex and― 

religion of war have 
become one. I will not 
recite any adage now.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2019 19:12
  • Category: Nature
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    An excellent expression of your inner self!



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