Becoming A Legend Poem by Satish Verma
Becoming A Legend
The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.
like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear―
was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.
Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.
What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?
Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?
Satish, such a well crafted marvelous poem...........10+++++++++++++++++++
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5/1/2024 6:37:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
am trying to understand the message... yes something else should have happened in the dying light? thanks am still thinking