What Else Poem by Satish Verma

What Else



Was trying to―
make eye contact with
unknown in dark.

Shadows become
real people, when I ask
who are you.

Remember to die
when you want to live
for eternity.

The giant ficus
smiles at woodpecker.
Buddha sleeps.

Friday, December 23, 2016
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