Why Question Marks Poem by Satish Verma
Why Question Marks
The milk run appears like
flesh trade. A bigamous
marriage with two ideologies.
The politics looks like
a fudged slogan. The silence
was broken by screams.
A dwindling faith, could
not revive the ancient Buddha.
There was no pity, no sorrow.
Activism wades on home―
turf. The colossal night
releases the lynx vision.
I am the cipher, you
said, will not connect
to any integer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/18/2024 8:31:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
