Blue Divinity - Poem by Satish Verma
a pod holds a promise,
in the wake of a terrorist bomb.
said a weeping well –
my bucket is empty again.
Because of a spin
in the rainbow
sky was becoming dark.
The hand on the trigger was trembling.
You are praying,
for a dying god.
And the golden dust was sprayed
on the sins, yellow wishes
to walk on water, killing truth.
Time was moving very slowly.
The flame burns low,
giving out blue divinity,
New born grass under the feet
was trying to smile.
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