Waves

satishverma

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.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2021 22:19
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 17
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Satishverma,

    Yes indeed…
    Earth does have
    ‘many enemies waiting’
    to pounce and inflict pain upon the complacent and vulnerable.

    Laura🌻



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