Ununderstood Poem by Satish Verma
Ununderstood
In deep silence
my words float in your eyes,
past twilight.
I will stay in parlor
to watch a lazy moon.
A tarantula starts moving.
An ancient prayer
leaves the footprints on
the skin of dead song.
Let it be stolen
my peace, in the name of
a bitter fight with stars.
The spirit of thumb
to meet forefinger would
remain eternal.
In deep silence we can understand the words beautifully. Silence gives us nice perception. This poem is beautifully penned.10
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5/5/2024 2:24:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it's a great poetic expression- Let it be stolen my peace, in the name of a bitter fight with stars..///