Benevolence Poem by Satish Verma
Benevolence
Need mercy for a
Freudian slip.
I was sitting on a window.
The light went out
from the eyes of the masterpiece.
Only stones were left.
Give me the figurine.
I wanted to cut open the navel
and find out the blue god.
Will you pull the chariot
of moon? The black horses
will not send the blessings.
The dawn was still hiding
in a bunker. First you feed
a child and then kill the rising sun.
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4/25/2024 10:28:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The dawn was still hiding in the bunker. Needed mercy of course. Nice thought expressed in this poem. Beautiful.