satishverma

Is it togetherness?

To be or not to be ready,
to outreach my ethnic pain? To be
absent, when I sit to think about you?

Waiting for the half-moon
to cross the galaxy of paradoxical
pause, to be condemned to go for poetica?

On the outskirts of the god’s
unknown home, will you get freedom to create
love, happiness and a temple?

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