WISH RAGS

satishverma

Into the dark enters the blue;
a homeless song punctures the cloud:
gentle grass was never so green.

The colors start fading
there was no other movement. Sun strides in.
No going, no coming of pain. No propitiatory
prayer of mine or yours.
I seek the wisdom of a tree.

Like hawthorn collecting the wish rags
fluttering in desert flora.
A husband, a father, a patriarch
in heart of conception, malice for none.

Give we some peace of Ash,
rebirth of thinking,
return to being,
burnt out self.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2015 22:02
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 6
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors




To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.