Under The Shade Of Willow Poem by Satish Verma

Under The Shade Of Willow

It was a wrong
faith. You will ignore the burning
ghat. Here the God appears.

Why existence, when
you are dead. No thought, no question.
and no answer of any kind.

I will not understand
in advance, when my skin meets
your skin. I will remain my original.

Wednesday, June 5, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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