To Nobody Poem by Satish Verma

To Nobody

What is left in
your hands after giving away
love? It was very small.

The war was between
two love birds. You wanted absolute
grip on the stars. The moon stood alone.

A seed has become
a bo tree. I am running to find
Buddha, walking away from his love.

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