Itinerant Poem by Satish Verma

Itinerant



I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey.
Who was redeemer?

When tree eats
its own roots, I become
sad. What role I play?

Thoughts tremble.
I cannot stop you burning.
I weep with my God.

Thursday, November 7, 2019
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