Absconding Dreams Poem by Satish Verma

Absconding Dreams



Let me do, what I want
to do. Lights on street are gone
and I have to meet my last hope.

Don't bring any wealth
before my eyes. I become blind. Will
not be able to read god's verdict.

Where has gone my
universal pain? I want to walk
in burning woods to final seeds.

Friday, June 12, 2020
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