Authenticity Poem by Satish Verma

Authenticity



An unknown soldier stood
in dark to welcome the light. This was
not you, a show of power.

Intense pain is on the move
I put away my thinking for good.
I become only an observer.

We were at the edge of space
in sequenced embers. God has come
between us in the azure.

Sunday, September 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: power,soldier
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