Thirsty Clouds Poem by Satish Verma

Thirsty Clouds



A sinking feeling
straddles moon and sun to
remove the kitchen's smoke.

So many recipes to change
the human blood, and to learn from
Buddha who didn't cook anything.

Can you make a bread
without salt and water? The tears
were always saline.

Saturday, October 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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