In a cruel joke,
the torturer becomes
the tortured.
The colossus in its
aloneness, meets the goddess
of death for once and
messenger turns
into message.
The mixer of violence
and mantras, becomes god of
non-believers.
Let me disappear from
the words, a smoke
rising from the book.
Unpraised I was in between the names.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Forewarned is forearmed...
According to Nietzsche,
“If you stare into the abyss,
the abyss stares back at you.”
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