Deadbeat

Poem By Satish Verma

To live again, I
will not come after dying for
you. Resurrection?

I ask the dust, when
did you slip from the moon
to kiss immortal?

Don't leave a cut
on the sandstone to mark
the anniversary.

Comments about Deadbeat

Congratulations on your poem being chosen as the 'Member Poem Of The Day'! The last stanza of the poem is thought provoking.
The only thing immortal is dust, and the memory lost in the wind. Thoughtful and meditative work, it lingers in the mind. Well chosen for poem of the day.
A concise and insightful verse. A witty philosophical reflection.
An outstanding poem rightfully selected as poem of the day, congratulations
I ask the dust, when did you slip from the moon to kiss immortal? What a wonderful imagination my dear poet. tony


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