27 November, 2022

Poems were Taken Away

The Zen wants to confront
my invisible presence, breaking my
self-restraint. I meet my death daily.

Let not existential fear
tear your confidence. After all the
god sleeps in every house.

What do I want to see?
Muffled cry seeks the body of pain
with immense inner rapture.

Satish Verma

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