Shambhook...
Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers
I loved the reason.
My legs were shaky when I was treading
on the barbs
getting ready for a leap in the unknown.
Somebody said myth was a whore.
It turns the men into sheep.
Tomorrow a person will become a chair
and belief will start a religion.
Superhuman entity is needed
to define the grief
It is not loss of tongue.
The woman takes to hauling
the virgin coal.
A green fire is to be kindled
to show the moon,
the pond is ready for the sacred bath.
* An important character in the Ramayana who was poisoned by Lord Rama only because he was reading the Vedas.
poem by Satish Verma
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