Buddha Weeps Poem by Satish Verma

Buddha Weeps

Very difficult to
say, where humanity begins.
I want to crease immediately.

My tranquil pain shivers.
No blood is colorful. The bones have
become green. I do not want to let it know.

My house has been
stolen. Want to go back to Bo
tree. Can we find peace and love?

Monday, November 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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