Theme: Life

Of The Next Zen

by Satish Verma
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When moon was found on water 
sky came down with unclenched fist, 
too proud to accept the defeat. 

Footprints of a giant will not leave 
the broken landscape, of the virgin garden 
where roses died in a row in storm. 

There were no absolutes in good and bad 
I have started talking to trees to shed 
their blooms, winter was coming in blue eyes. 

My ship was able to dodge the icebergs 
wringing the waves from your face; 
lake heaved a sigh of relief in glided death. 


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