Moon Will Do Nothing Poem by Satish Verma

Moon Will Do Nothing



Predators. I am hurt
easily. The fog covers the footprints.
Are you sure, I will scream?

Why is Pythagoras being
studied again like Einstein? Can you hold
the pain like an oleander winding up roses?

When the will and
award collide, crossing the sands,
Can you stay in water of words?

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