Like A Da Vinci Poem by Satish Verma
Like A Da Vinci
Come, become my mirror to read the backward. Script
wards have failed me.
The sea is turbulent
and I am laying flowers at your feet.
What was is your eyes
unfathomable like a da Vinci?
Hold my trembling hands
I am going to dropp the gems.
Nobody will agree with me
there was a face on the wall.
Bare as the night moon of October
I have undone my beliefs.
A loincloth was sufficient to hide the birth.
Ceremony has begun to knead the lies.
Use your death as the furnace of life
where knives are sharpened to start the healing.
A stranger has come as the guest of the house
answers should not insult any question.
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4/19/2024 3:09:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Failure, too, has a complex flavor. On the tongue the colors form memories, but on the page they are the requisite anomalies that pass to the brain. In this way, it is said, the Chinese invented fireworks.