A Tree House

A Tree House

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The rubble was still rising after the direct hit. The

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The rubble was still rising 
after the direct hit. The 
private dens were in ruins. 
Salicin? Do you know the�"� 

willow-bark? My father said, 
the spirit of the tree healed 
and removed the suffering 
and pain of man. 

Celebrating the cease of 
fire, death moves in a circle, 
seeking the truce between the�"� 
cage free neighbours. 

Don’t pull out the tubers, the 
roots. The ancient souls�"� 
live in them. The psyche, you 
will have to read off mute greens. 

Ask the questions. From the wounded 
earth, will be an electric response.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on July 23, 2017
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