My Garden, My Earth Poem by Satish Verma
My Garden, My Earth
I am born every day
and die every night. Are you the same god?
Towards me, you are free to look.
Your lovely eyes burn
before going to meet on pyre.
I have been out of light, or heavy moon.
No you are not mine. Think.
Because I have no body, no pain.
The sky was my home. No doors, no windows.
Friday, April 12, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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