This Unbelonging Poem by Satish Verma
This Unbelonging
Why did you want
to become mine,
when god was not there?
This sun, this moon,
these stars. My Miranda,
my nightingale.
An Atman floats
without a body. Can you
touch it with lips only?
Like potter's wheel
starting, you want to create
a body with words,
not hands.
Then why did you follow
me, watching me to take
the ash-bath, becoming
sinless?
Tears runs faster
than blood.
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4/26/2024 3:19:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Satish, such a profound poem...10+++*