Happiness Remains Buried Poem by Satish Verma
Happiness Remains Buried
The thirst of newness
makes you move away from the crowd of
grievers. I ask the moon, why does he cry?
What was the ritual, when
you seek redemption from
the bonfires of forgotten love?
In fact, sorrow was
a beautiful heritage of truth processors.
You make a temple, and god breaks it.
'Man proposes God disposes' corroborates with your line, 'You make a temple, and god breaks it'
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5/4/2024 6:56:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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