Bushes bow to bear
The brunt of the boots;
The satirical rope of destiny
Pull me to the edge of the garden;
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devastation portrayed in words..........sucking praises from all. thank u for reading my poems and please do rate and comment on them.
i really, really like the last stanza; that is a great piece of writing
The God feels guilty (it sounds naive) And hides in the craggy Inside of a roadside temple. Having lost His own game. ................................................ But fine lines Best wishes, Ts.
The God feels guilty And hides in the craggy Inside of a roadside temple. Having lost His own game. Ah the cream of the poem in such a small stanza. We humans have pushed our God to a helpless state to a corner INA road side temple. Thanks poet for such a lovely poem. 10 for it.