satishverma

Death Of A Godman

I have agreed to cede
an unwritten moon
in a killing frenzy,
for a chequered spirituality.

Now visitation will start
ravishing the light at dawn.
The grievers will assemble
for a final scoop of dust.

Forgive my star,
for a failed touchdown.
A child stands before glitterati
born again to suffer the other sky.

Nothing comes out of nothing.
The circle was complete.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2015 23:00
  • Category: Nature
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