Spreading marigold
dust at the feet of uncovered
deity, I ask, was there
any home to go back?
Why did you walk
away from the tree―
of wisdom?
Why do we conceal
our wounds, talking
about metaphysics?
It was not what
I had wished to be original.
Life takes its pound
of flesh.
A question mark
will always follow you.
Satish Verma
dust at the feet of uncovered
deity, I ask, was there
any home to go back?
Why did you walk
away from the tree―
of wisdom?
Why do we conceal
our wounds, talking
about metaphysics?
It was not what
I had wished to be original.
Life takes its pound
of flesh.
A question mark
will always follow you.
Satish Verma
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