Legend Withers

I do not display, but am. Where the heart lies. In truth. I try to discover the centre of sorrow and bliss. Life has not given me full text of death. The shadows are larger than reals. You will not remember me in endless night. I am going on a long journey to find out what is death of a name the death of a prayer, and ending of self. The naked helices of truth are blazing. Death of a dawn some thing dies in me. I don’t grieve. The frozen pain melts, legend withers. The shadow is liberated from image. The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face. SATISH VERMA