So Be It

So Be It

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Dismantling― my temple, brick by brick―

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Dismantling―
my temple, brick by brick―
skin to skin,
eye to eye,
before the ascension.

The living legend is
dead. I cannot hear the burial
rites. Walls are rising.

The ashes are strewn
on the eyes of moon. Ages ago I
used to smile. Not now.

Accept me, with all
my non-gifts, dead songs and
wailing prayers.

My hands lift the terror
from the sand, palm leaves
crafting a virgin peace.

© 2020 Satish Verma


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Added on July 26, 2020
Last Updated on July 26, 2020
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