Retracing My Steps

satishverma

With the tiger dead
you will not see the strength
of cascading down.

At the sunset,
fire on wings wavers.
Birds fail to come back
to their nests.

And how a soft noise
becomes a thunder,
when the tongue bleeds?

It was not entirely a sin.
Sleep in my poems. Who
knows, when the poet recites again.

Let the body embrace
the soul.
My flesh will go to hawks,
the spirit would live in you.

My fidelity was on stake.
Be mine, be human, I need you.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2020 23:50
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 58
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    just wow!
    wish I had a modicum of your talent



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.