Verity Poem by Mohammad Saif
Verity
Birds warble, man cannot hear,
Harrowing dirge of the passing year,
Winter went, spring was near;
Making Earth appear crystal clear.
Ruthless April comes, with a job
To unravel the folded lies;
Divulging the reality
Of this wasteland.
Having no hope of rebirth.
The vernal rain
Only wets the land,
Conditions of resurrection
Yet no promise of redemption.
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4/30/2024 1:28:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
resurrection, redemption. very highly theological and philosphical terms....... thank u my dear poet for this poem. tony