A Bone Quits

satishverma

What was the deal with
Zen? Words are disappearing from
mind. Behind you there was a long shadow.

It was easy to bury
morality at the bank of a river.
I am digging out the god.

I give you a blood flower
moon. Awash with woods, I am selling
life very cheap. Who Was rich?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2021 20:11
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    Amen!
    you're digging the Ruins
    of cloud-bricked Empire, now
    the mere sands of our shoreline, afterthought's
    you're searching for ideological Deity's
    imbued, with Morality's wafer-thin bedrocks
    now belittled, to a mere fragment
    of our despairingly cyclical: dreamless reality..
    'antiquities: to be, or not - to be...'
    warped
    in-to modernity's:
    to believe, or
    nihilistically: yearn-for - endlessly...!'
    (profoundly insightful
    as-ever: Guru
    thank you)



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