The Parable Poem by Satish Verma
The Parable
Fear of staying in sidelines,
as a waning voice,
and falling in a drain.
You stand at the door of light,
and see the truth― boundaries
crumpling.
Afraid of transmission of lies,
interfacing long threads
of darkness.
It was extraneous, A
lot of heat generated by the
conversions. The doorkeeper remains the same.
The wisdom goes with
a begging bowl. Spirit was to
become an incomplete text.
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4/28/2024 12:34:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fear of staying in sidelines, as a waning voice, and falling in a drain. a very fine poem. tony