Whirling Dervish Poem by Satish Verma
Whirling Dervish
In being and unbeing
I come to you today―
in unconscious state.
Excessively leaning on
cause, it is not heart―
not brain. Just a beat.
Evening is settling
down. Time flew past. Birds
going home. A lone moon
will rise.
Underground thoughts start―
stunning the secrets.
You open the lost book.
In war go the alphabet.
Questions arise. After all―
who was me.
The awakening begins.
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8/30/2025 1:01:19 AM # 1.0.0
once upon a time i was there; the evening explained and poetically written by a true human, satish vermaji.. thank you sir... Not any more, I visit such a horrible place of loneliness! ! !