05 August, 2017

Where To Go

Go to the speaking moon
to fell the stars,
and to learn a way of becoming―

It was a rough ride.
How could you open the
fist of darkness
and see in absolute nihility?

Can you unattach me,
when I was seeking your pith
in my poems?

Come to me with unarmed
lies, to fight with my truths.
Life is very short and I have―
many things to do.

Satish Verma

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