Satish Verma
Why Are You Blue?
The wayfarer, searching
for the leaf-pains―
fallen from the lone tree.
Some holy script will
tell the angst of the sap,
which would not reach the roots.
A responsible weep,
will divulge your name to―
forest bees, waiting for the moon.
I watch the setting sun
with trepidation.
Night will bring again, the blasts.
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