Taking Sand Bath

satishverma

You don't wish to
become involved with yourself―
until the enigma was
unlocked.

You speak allusively,
when I ask for the
embrace of blind pains.

I don't remember
when you enticed me under
the weight of guiltless
surrender.

Moon drops a word.
Lake drinks a potion.
The clouds gather.

I read a poem.
Mystery deepens.

I was not ready to crumble,
you will not melt in moonlight.

Nobody opens the door.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 12th, 2021 19:56
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 36
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    but we still gather
    either side, of that same locked door:
    some who believe in miracles
    others
    who are adamant about merit...
    (in the words of the great Li Bai:
    'Lifting my head I gaze at the bright moon
    Bowing my head, thinking of home.')
    another brilliant write
    thanks for sharing, Guru!



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