Tracking Down

satishverma

White lotus at red feet:
we will start self-infliction
explicating
with regrets.

After a rough night
the day was weeping.
From where the bread will
come, when you were playing
with a golden spoon.

This morning I again
dig a hole in heart.
Was the Mayan calender right?
Why the sun is playing slow music?

I am coming nearer
to a locked god.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2016 00:03
  • Category: Nature
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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