Mixing Bowls Poem by Satish Verma
Mixing Bowls
It was your choice,
to seek or not to seek.
God wasn't everywhere.
*
There was not much
argument to abandon,
lofty peaks for river.
*
Will become classic
in heap of dark moons.
That was called grace!
Sunday, August 26, 2018
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