12 September, 2020

Something Was Left

I was your religion.
Nothing was to be done, standing beyond
the touch down in knee deep water.

Talking to sun,about mantras.
Why was god breathing heavily ?
What was to become obsolete?

You are carrying the burden
of broken heart. The sheep were running 
in rain. Do you think the moment has come?


Satish Verma

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