It's New Model Poem by Satish Verma
It's New Model
When nature becomes
sensual, goddess of rainbow, Iris
seeks a drop of milk from sky.
Eyes on stars, the centuries
old chandelier crashes on the floor of god.
Somewhere the man embraces crime.
After few steps of bewilderment
nobody knows where we are going.
The nest on the tallest tree was empty.
Eyes are kept on stars. Tallest tree is empty and no one knows where we are going. This poem is very amazingly penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 1:21:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An interesting write enjoyed the vivid imagery