Gordian Knot

satishverma

To patch up with a
confidante, the partaker
goes away.

It was same moment
for anxious sleuths.
You don't know, where
you want to go.

Togetherness was
bliss, yet it does't work. Let's
not go in opposite directions.

The elected path
haunts us. Where the moon
sinks in dark sky baby
sun rises. Morality goes on sale.

You hold my small
finger to read the message
of unknown.

You said I am
not going anywhere
will I look back.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2021 19:30
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    'The elected path
    haunts us. Where the moon
    sinks in dark sky'..
    and we ask, who - elected?
    just so we have an answer
    to lament over...
    (sadly most of your context in this write was lost to me, but still
    a wonderfully weaved poem,
    thank you for sharing: Guru)



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