So Be ItA Poem by Satish VermaDismantling― my temple, brick by brick―
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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