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Absurd Myths

By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

Crossing the divine,
I ask the marigolds
to return to the dust.

The gods were angry,
and dead would not speak
and the living were dead.

I am now heading towards―
the mute bells, disbelieving―
the great enlightment.

Rebuilding what was not true.
A dream will start telling
the price of the inflicted wounds.

I am not sure:
who were at fault.
The letters?
or the words?

By Satish Verma | Nov 8, 2017 | Category > Poem >Life | Comments | Views 147


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