Carelessly Poem by Satish Verma
Carelessly
Where will you go
when you are not right,
not wrong?
And train will not stop
at your station. You
have to wait till sunrise.
Half-mist, half-moon―
and the glass houses.
The rocks refuse to fly.
The consecrated dawn
on a silent street whispers.
The city was dead.
I sleep after the naked
assault. The black shirts
and the white shirts have no answer.
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4/25/2024 10:10:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The train will not stop! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.