Earth Is Wise Poem by Satish Verma

Earth Is Wise

Pain was tied to
me. Have nothing to will,
to go mad, to become immature.

Is it happiness?
Was it dangerous to go inertia?
Then where is the success?

Death's will was
freedom? Love is my religion.
Wisdom comes from poetry.

Friday, November 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,life,success
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