Disturbances

satishverma

How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare
to become legless?

Show me the spirit
once. The streak,
the clouds.

I will leave my
footprints in rose-garden
for you to follow my scent.

Neighborhood of
stilts. I wanted to stand
erect in marshes.

The time shrinks,
when you grow old. Years
come and go with generosity.

Take off the frame
of your mind. I wanted
to read your last wish.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2022 21:09
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 6


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