Haunted

satishverma

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.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2019 19:13
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 30
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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  • Laura🌻

    Forewarned is forearmed...
    According to Nietzsche,
    “If you stare into the abyss,
    the abyss stares back at you.”



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