Yourselves Poem by Satish Verma

Yourselves



A circle,
will not become complete,
without a center.

The peripheries
cannot be defined.

Why should we
become prisoners
of small gods?

The hope―
is a gift of unknown.

Take it.

Sunday, October 9, 2016
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