Poetry

Satish Verma


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16 november 2019

Ancient Echoes

Art of dying
comes, after
you listen to the siren song.
 
The intention
was to kill yourself,
non-violently, when
moon was hiding.
 
Man was changing the skyline. You can
redraw the landscape without hurting the grass.
 
Don't offer to sacrifice
the goat on the rock,
where the shipwrecks took place.
 
You burn that, what you
would not eat. The
assassination charges were true.






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