A philosopher
of ruins, watches the moon
and starts laughing.
Huddled under tree
an avid follower of clouds
waits for the lightning.
The death squad clears
the ground for new arrival
of zealots of stars.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2021 19:45
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Lovely write!
(a great write, thanks for inspiring my feeble reply, Guru!)..
'Disingenuous
robed, as sanctimonious
fear's: harmonious'..
going against nature's empathy
a failure
like, my haiku's lack of integrity...
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