The Land PullsA Poem by Satish VermaDying was not worth living. Your journey
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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