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by Satish Verma Aug 17, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Again a forest walks, wounded and broke. I sculpt a poem. To get some relief of truth, give me a vedic hymn, Beethoven script. The spring waits in the buds of chest. When love sprouts, look at the moon. A virgin kiss of Karma, turns the page. Acid-burned, my hand hold the pen. And I think of the beautiful orchids trying to find a home.