Theme: Life


Holding the thought before it 
is born. Let the void become 
pregnant first - 
and it starts raining. 

It was a serene melting 
point, when I accepted the price 
of giving away. I will not 
take any mantra, any hand. 

A perfect blending with 
unknown; to put back the 
sea in a bowl. Even the cloud 
will enter into a blade of grass. 

No faith. No ritual. I believe 
in roving dust, which makes 
the stars, the blaze, and 
the brilliant light.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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