Blue Tapestry Poem by Satish Verma
Blue Tapestry
At the ritual you
become half angel and
spread the cascading black
hair on white moons.
The unwritten words
can start a private violence
in public domain.
I suffer silently
digitally in discrete
signs. I will not project
any genesis.
Inspite of voiceless
protests, you inherit my
theme, like the morning
glory of sun.
There is no mutilation
of truth. I will
take the Agni test to
prove my incapability.
No medals were displayed.
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6/2/2024 7:45:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your wise and profound words become the source of my inspiration! I've been trying to connect tradition with social themes and I see you have done that beautifully! Indeed, truth and falsehood coexist in our world, and many are manipulating people's minds by rhetorics. However, we need to remain sober when the rest is drunk. Thank you so much for sharing!