Like Buddha Poem by Satish Verma

Like Buddha



Light of dawn.
Day begins with
blue memories.

I sweep―
the floor, of mind.
The palm stands witness.

Nightingale,
does not believe in
nihilism.

Don't get mad
at dragonfly.
It cannot stand still.

Monday, November 21, 2016
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