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Theme: Life


With stoicism writ on face
I invite the chisels
for giving birth to a dialogue
between me and the shaper.
Where did the things go wrong
in making the life a simple page
to write a beautiful poem?

Buddha give me a bo-tree
or an interlocutor who invents
skin, teeth and eyes
of a failing system.

The command has gone to unknown robots.
They were manipulating the atrophied limbs
of high-tech generation
who do not know
the pathless love
when we walk into the moon.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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