You Have Not Put The Love In Place Poem by Satish Verma

You Have Not Put The Love In Place



A lone wound and a
silent sorrow. Where the fugitive will
go? The migratory moon wants to stay.

Trying to remember how
to die under a Bo tree like Buddha.
The wolves sit down to wait.

Not yet the door has opened.
The direction of collapsed dreams leads
to the nailed path in the woods.

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