Satish Verma
At The End
The ultimate, unsung─
spreads out
and sails to oblivion.
I wanted to become
you, in desperation,
clinging to a swan song.
The great wall─
of silence, built on sand
still stands in hurricane.
Questions mate─
behind the curtain.
The truth, stands naked on stage.
Nothing to declare
now, I collect the pebbles
of childhood, hidden
from your eyes.
Locking the door behind,
I walk out to liberation.
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