Faces Of God

satishverma

Would you be one day
my assassin? I don't
want the god to act.

A sacred promise.
I will meet you behind the
sacrificial moon.

Who knows the future―
of bright twinkling stars in sky?
They turn to ashes.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2022 19:47
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 21
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • Buzz Bray

    "They turn to ashes" and we are the products of that process. As Carl Sagan said, "we are starstuff."



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.