BODHISATTAVA

satishverma

For the sake of lake, I climbed 
on the weeping hills 
to see the other side of moon. 
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily 
on shoulders. 

Capricious time moves inwardly, 
Strikes at the chest. 
I set free the love-birds. 

Conflict of trees tramples the grass 
All summer the smell of dry winds 
was scorching tear drops. 
Every word was crying. 

Dark in my city 
I am wandering alone in alleys 
of hostile homes. 
The collective guilt of the flesh 
blazes the mind.

Satish Verma

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  • Published: June 17th, 2013 21:10
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