Let's Decide

by Satish Verma   May 12, 2020


Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep
till dawn.

The spirit of the tree
comes down to
wake up the sage.

It spills the light
for a troubled window
cracked by hail.

A drenched house
of words
becomes pale, page by page.

I do not know
how to tell the story
of two bats which flew without wings.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Skyfire

    I will not claim to understand all your imagery, but I liked the way this flowed. This was my favorite verse:
    'It spills the light
    for a troubled window
    cracked by hail.'
    I thought the image was just beautiful. My only suggestion would be to change 'for a troubled window' to 'from a troubled window' for better clarity.

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