Empty Dreams Poem by Satish Verma
Empty Dreams
After the civil war in temples
a wodden god
with broken nose, was walking
with a stick.
Half-way to home
he wanted to turn back
and meet his shadow
in the lake.
A mountain goat climbs
down the rocks to become
a martyr. Leaps into a dark
stream clinging to the veil.
A blue pine takes a bath
in the summer rain. A
midnight moon will call the spirits
to dance for gamblers.
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