Every Answer Is Pounded Poem by Satish Verma
Every Answer Is Pounded
What goes wrong,
the path disappears? Philosophy stumbles.
A great mind stops thinking.
My steps now go
in water to search the footprints on big
fishes to understand the mysticism.
The words are becoming
weak, taking flights with broken
wings. The freedom to die is declared.
Saturday, June 29, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy,freedom,life,wings
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