Suffering Rises Again Poem by Satish Verma

Suffering Rises Again



Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.

Perhaps you may not meet
the end. The travelogue has unlimited
halts. I will surrender to the moon.

Life demands too much.
You want to undress the tree of Ficus
Religiosa. New Buddha will not come back.

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