The Warrior
In duplicity of white death
exiled from clay
I was sinking in black words.
Absence of truth was absolute
in plowed and harrowed thoughts
of inner sleep,
building my attachment to fear,
exploring the nothingness
of truth.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011
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