You wanted to vend
the dignity of pain, crazed
by moon. Stars won't tell truth.
*
What was your religion.
I ask the ocean of grief. You
will talk of man's fall.
*
Faith flickers like candle
in wind. One day I collect
some footprints of light.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2022 20:36
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Some deep thoughts about life. Liked the last stanza.
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