My Questions Poem by Satish Verma
My Questions
On wrong side of truth
a prophecy burns.
A conflict of your own choosing
when more was less.
Do you need some divine
intervention in resolving
human questions?
The innocence of a sunflower
will not blame the moon
for dark night.
To watch a huge fig tree
coming out of a tiny
seed to give shelter
to hundreds of passersby.
Are you overwhelmed
by the promise of unproven
auguries?
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