I Will Know

Satish Verma

Time was short 
and I was in hurry. 

In Prophet of grief― 
humility of pain was evident, 
when you bit your tongue, 
chewing unsavory words. 

It was the trouble. 
You wanted me to wait― 
till eternity. 

Someone throws an incendiary 
device towards me. 
I am burnt alive. 

There was no need to invite 
a moon. When talking to 
you, I need a dark night. 

Counting annual rings 
of a felled fig tree, 
Buddha becames very sad.

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A great poem, of which I

A great poem, of which I particularly was drawn by "Prophet of grief".