Blue Targets Poem by Satish Verma
Blue Targets
Let my pain go, then
I will think of you during break.
I was teaching pure truths.
You disturb my sleep
to read the holy books again. Why we
were guilty of not taking arms?
Don't shoot at bull's eye.
It doesn't bleed and you always misfire.
Your fingers will play Beethoven.
Monday, July 13, 2020
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5/6/2024 4:11:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
" I will think of you during break. I was teaching pure truths..." Pure truth helps in motivating life in a greater realm. This poem is very brilliantly penned.