Under The Bodhi Tree Poem by Satish Verma

Under The Bodhi Tree



Would you remove
your mask once, and come to
me as you are?

Don't throw the pebbles
to skin my pain. The wound bleeds,
to quote the past.

I ask myself to
be quiet in this moon time.
Saint was turning red.

Sunday, November 18, 2018
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