Ancient Echoes

Ancient Echoes

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

Art of dying comes, after

"
Art of dying 
comes, after 
you listen to the siren song. 

The intention 
was to kill yourself, 
non-violently, when 
moon was hiding. 

Man was changing the skyline. You can 
redraw the landscape without hurting the grass. 

Don't offer to sacrifice 
the goat on the rock, 
where the shipwrecks took place. 

You burn that, what you 
would not eat. The 
assassination charges were true.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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Added on November 15, 2017
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