Not Questioning Poem by Satish Verma

Not Questioning



God is not present. Don't
quit the blue sky. The last star
of my eye will stand for burning moon.

Cannot bid you adieu.
I have to change my world. This
September I will light the lamps in a storm.

Memory reminds me of the
genocides. As I like, it gives me a
mystic reply. I will wait for the end.

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