Stings Go Deep

satishverma

Invoke your god.
It is difficult to stand alone,
Only puppets come to make a crowd.

As the Icebergs burn,
I collect the roses. I write your
name daily and then forget myself.

How green was my
love, O Almighty Why to walk on
the tightrope to prove my integrity.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2022 19:41
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 23
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'How green
    was my love, O Almighty
    Why
    to walk on the tightrope
    to prove my integrity.'
    (these Profound words
    encapsulate
    the jagged relationship and dialogue
    so many of our generation, have
    with the very notion
    of a deity: dependant
    faith based system, of belief
    in a greater power, acting
    in existence..
    how well
    you've captured those once
    innocently childlike
    ideological certainties, perspective's
    and
    the questions that denoted a gradual dismay
    acting
    to inquisitively enlighten and distance, us
    from them...)
    the very proof we need
    that the world has lost its capacity
    to find tangible reason
    for how things are, can be found
    in the reality, where
    wisdom like yours, is allowed
    to to flow, freely
    like Nature's waterfalls
    but
    all people, can glean
    is
    an Instagram worthy, photo opportunity...
    (in modernity's all-things, aesthetic
    obsessed
    hollowed-out, marrowless society)



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