ABSURD MYTHS

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Satish Verma

Crossing the divine, 
I ask the marigolds 
to return to the dust. 

The gods were angry, 
and dead would not speak 
and the living were dead. 

I am now heading towards― 
the mute bells, disbelieving― 
the great enlightment. 

Rebuilding what was not true. 
A dream will start telling 
the price of the inflicted wounds. 

I am not sure: 
who were at fault. 
The letters? 
or the words?

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Fault?

It was the words. They always get you in trouble. The letters are innocent ~ :D - I found that humorous - Lady A

 



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