Realization Of Newborn Poem by Satish Verma

Realization Of Newborn

Do not go, do
not stay. Moon is climbing
down. The song of the fall starts.

How furthest you
will go after the moon. After thinking
of apocalypse, this may be an escape.

The decay of honey
hangs. The bees are ready for
community war in great noise.

Thursday, September 19, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: bees,life,moon
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