Theme: Life

Wish Rags

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.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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