Beyond Infinity Poem by Satish Verma

Beyond Infinity



I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas
have solemnity.

Will walk on the blue
trumpets, to start talkathon
with soul of the tree.

Why we are born to die?
Can you stop this cycle? Tell me
the truth of the road.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019
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james watkin 29 May 2019

Enjoyed reading. . Thanks

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