On Fiery Path Poem by Satish Verma
On Fiery Path
I walk on cobblestones
bare foot to feel the
hot singed earth.
A silver spoon
disrobes you today. The
mongrel had come to sit
at your doorsteps.
Words bring the genocide.
Leonardo da Vinci
sells priceless. Awakening
comes in tattered clothes.
Who was the sitter
for decapitation? Will
you marry the god
in smog?
Take my hand-love,
I am not a candidate
to become farmers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/8/2024 12:14:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
