Forgotten Mantra Poem by Satish Verma

Forgotten Mantra



The lake was calling.
I will go untelling every one
conch shell on the beach.

Morning star moves
away from the stranger, who
brought the silent pain.

A stigma, an ache and
tears, embrace moon sitting,
on weeping Ashoka.

Friday, January 19, 2018
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