Commentary On Last Wishes

satishverma

The snakeskin smiles.
Shoes hurt, when
somebody gives away mercy.

Fidelity has come
for sale. You want to listen
Beethoven only.

The questions were mine. You
had no answers.

I never want to talk
about truth, as if everyone knows
it. I write poetry.

Did you jump into a
dry pool to know
the depth of sky.

Do you think
that was a right thing
to become a saint.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2022 20:53
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    'I never want to talk
    about truth, as if everyone knows
    it. I write poetry.'
    how pathetic
    all those hours
    invested
    and yet, still envisage
    Poetry
    devoid of Truth...
    truly
    a sad, bitter
    state



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