Beat The Clouds

satishverma

You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.

Where you placed the
thumb imprint, it was fake.
Big hands did't move.

It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2021 20:23
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'It was waiting to
    fall, the colossus under the
    rains of silent eyes.'

    'You cannot kill the
    hunger, eating dry leaves
    of beautiful scape.'

    (but we can use
    the embittered salt
    in the rain, streams
    of our eyes

    to soften, the dry leaves
    of ill-fate - at least enough
    to imbue them
    with malleability, enough
    to render them, comprehensible...)



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