No Design Poem by Satish Verma

No Design

In large words I had
discovered you. But your meaning was lost.
Who was my enemy to make me invisible?

The first love was
fire. Now the river of tears has
taken over. The bell has no cord.

It was a wisdom
to be born in distant thoughts, when
the man has stopped thinking.

Wednesday, September 27, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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