Crossing Death Zone

satishverma

You are repeating
hymns to douse the flames
of a burning god.

Walk to the potter's
field, where books are
buried in wraps.

In the wasteland,
you can search the frozen
tears of Zen.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2023 19:48
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    (is this that same wasteland of Eliot's divorce
    mirroring our world of warmongering woes
    inking that personal, in that poetic universal...?)
    Happy New Year!



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