Beseechingly

Beseechingly

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Beseechingly

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Do not live like dead.
The minarets were trembling
without a dust storm.

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Will the man change one day?
Your fair skin turns brown in sun
after burning the book.

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Stars move sometimes
to understand the weird landscape
of the squirming earth.

© 2023 Satish Verma


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Added on February 8, 2023
Last Updated on February 8, 2023
Tags: Life