Ancient EchoesA Poem by Satish VermaArt of dying comes, after
Art of dying
comes, after you listen to the siren song. The intention was to kill yourself, non-violently, when moon was hiding. Man was changing the skyline. You can redraw the landscape without hurting the grass. Don't offer to sacrifice the goat on the rock, where the shipwrecks took place. You burn that, what you would not eat. The assassination charges were true. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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