Any Solution? Poem by Satish Verma

Any Solution?

My pain speaks again.
Where do I get peace without
prefix? My page has many pores.

When a mount weeps,
I am lost in fogs. Will the sun
acknowledge, the light reaches the dark mind?

There was a big space
in the sky. Why did the stars fight to make
new planets? Ah God where do you live?

Thursday, October 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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