What Are You? Poem by Satish Verma

What Are You?

It was in your hand,
the time. Don't sit quietly. Life's
struggle will take you to play kismat.

The impact you make
a beautiful history of the name
of a nameless man on top.

You speak less to
let them burn the bougainvilleas.
No words. How can you bring roses?

Friday, May 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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