2 september 2024

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Not Heart Broken

I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past
and future. You scream.

Dry leaves are being
crushed. The tall tree goes into
meditation to talk to his soul.

The hopes tremble.
Roots smile. The sap rises to
the wrinkled buds. Let spring come.

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