The priest drops the child
and will go celibate.
Time to wear a cloak.
Red clover weeps in
the veil. The moon will not stay
in the waning dark.
Will I face the sun,
when you don't stand by the―
river to save the boat?
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
standby witness, to the absurdity
and two faced irrationality
of self serving, ideologies
is the fate
of those who choose to see
life in all its glory, that
morning sunshine, bright and all encompassing
bringing to light, the death
the Sea threw-out
upon our shores, in the cover of night...
witnessing and knowing
this too, is Nature
this too, is living
this too, is what awaits: the living
eventually..
(a great write, Guru
love the sheer fury you imbued
for the injustice, your Poetry
highlights and depicts)
thanks for sharing
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