satishverma

Waves

In the forlorn-hope the
ash on forehead, sacrificing my
pain, I will find my poem.

To stop the killing of
my land. In my chest lives a small
Buddha. You went a little too far.

To heal the scourging
bruises. Why do you lower the watch?
Earth has many enemies waiting.

Comments1

  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Satishverma,

    Yes indeedā€¦
    Earth does have
    ā€˜many enemies waitingā€™
    to pounce and inflict pain upon the complacent and vulnerable.

    LaurašŸŒ»



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