Dedication Poem by Satish Verma
Dedication
Answering your own question,
wrapping the kill―
as manifestation of
God's will.
The old earth
still bears the fruits and
comes face to face with the
ungrateful human being.
Not touching your breast, I will
hear your heart beat
once-over.
Before the rains come,
the rage will sleep with the stones
and reconstruct a―
prehistoric fault.
Apollo wants to leave
Delphi and become a monk.
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9/20/2024 6:13:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice...nature is not so harmoniums in the hands of modern men now as your verse is.... really enjoyable....a spontaneous flow of deep thinking of the polluted earth... a good sharing.