Learning From RelicsA Poem by Satish VermaLearning From Relics
Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings massacre. You burn inside. The empire was in ruins, I was searching peace in half-truths. A flying snake lands on your chest, when you were asleep. You wouldn't find a clue. The philosophy of dying in beauty creates a myth. Why did you play with questions. There were no answers. © 2024 Satish Verma |
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