LEGEND WITHERS

I do not display, but am. 
Where the heart lies. 
In truth. I try to discover the centre 
of sorrow and bliss. 
Life has not given 
me full text of death. 
The shadows are larger than reals. 

You will not remember me 
in endless night. 
I am going on a long journey 
to find out what is death of a name 
the death of a prayer, 
and ending of self. 
The naked helices of truth are blazing. 

Death of a dawn 
some thing dies in me. 
I don’t grieve. 
The frozen pain melts, 
legend withers. 
The shadow is liberated from image. 
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.

Satish Verma