Where Is Zen Home? Poem by Satish Verma

Where Is Zen Home?



My psycho was transliterating
your agony. You could imbue me after
your unparalleled perfection.

Nature starts the Armageddon.
You reach near the Hawthorn and Hazel
tree, to be cloaked with pain.

Your grey tongue has
to say something. How will you come
out from dark house to light.

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