Theme: Life

Sleeping Buddha

you heave a sigh. 
In peril, mother of peace? 

Real threat 
to ice lingam? the Creator? 
Falling apart? 

Cat’s claw was not healing. 
Where the greens will go? 
The pods, the seeds? 

Tara, Tara! 
come again, 
we are waiting on the hills. 

Glaciers were shrinking- 
rivers are sad 
and trees are weeping.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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