The Land Pulls

The Land Pulls

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Dying was not worth living. Your journey

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Dying was not worth
living. Your journey
starts for unknown.

Why were you fixated to
watch the small men―
milk the moon?

It was very expensive to
buy a decent death.
Religion makes it dirty.

Do you remember the myth
of Sisyphus? I love to
carry my rock without a face.

Not quality of life. It
was a matter of degrees
when you feel liberated.

© 2020 Satish Verma


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Added on May 26, 2020
Last Updated on May 26, 2020
Tags: Dying