YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Pray For the Observer
I have nothing to do.
Nothing to rewrite my agony, Trying
to pre-empt death.
Of a curated gospel.
Now the knowledge has no value
to walk on the moon.
I am, what I didn't
want to be, standing under the
weeping willow. The end will come.
Most of our lives is spent living , very few observe objectively and among those very few are able to act in a constructive fashion. As usual strong symbolic poetry Sir.
N K Jyothi,
Mumbai,
Dec 05, 2021
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Dec 05, 2021