Deep Knowledge Poem by Satish Verma

Deep Knowledge

Drop your haves and
have-nots. When you lose things
you are at peace.

From time immemorial
I was hunting the moon
and you slept.

You never woke, my
god. Limbless you didn't move,
when earth was dying.

Friday, January 19, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: hunting
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