Meaningless Dreams Poem by Satish Verma

Meaningless Dreams



I don't understand,
what I muse. The legacies were
very rich for a long meaning.

Beauty and love, l
will read the Gita. Then comes a barren
truth in between the lies.

There was no fever. Still
the winter does not go. The candle
burns but no light at feet. Only sorrow.

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