The Golden Dust Poem by Satish Verma
The Golden Dust
The other day.
A full moon was walking
on the pavement
like a pedestrian.
I was dumbfounded
at the sight of the imperial walk.
To give a poetical start?
Was it a pin drop visual
with no sound? Only night
was listening to footfalls?
I would not know of,
the journey of ending
or ending of journey.
Like death burning
inside the seed, or a golden
flame becomes a lapping machine?
Was it a pin drop visual with no sound? Only night was listening to footfalls? Beautiful lines so nicely written 10 for it. Subhas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 1:06:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem brings to fore the profundity of a Full Moon night quite elegantly. Thanks for sharing.