29 november 2022

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Baby's Steps

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.

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Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.

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Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?

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