The Meaning Tremble

satishverma

You were tied
to weird questions,
since the saga began.

Praise your maker, look
how do I kill me, by
raising you― bit by bit?

I was riding a tiger.

In truth what was
not possible, when the
palace burned?

Who will explain
the intrigue,
the mystery of disappearance
when the eyes can
see through.

Small, too small
to make a hole in the heart
a piquant word,
which bleeds the poem.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2021 19:58
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 23
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    sheer Poetic, sublime
    I'm in love!
    with that last stanza..
    how very kind of you
    to choose to share
    your poetic genius, Guru!
    thank you



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