Gifted Hands

satishverma

I don't hear
I don't speak.

Only the ink flows-
without words, waiting
for birth mother.

Water breaks.
A poem is born.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2023 20:43
  • Category: Nature
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