Question Of Existence Poem by Satish Verma

Question Of Existence



It was a massive
ejection. When you bring the doors, the
walls fell. Assassin's will start shooting.

Beyond the landscape.
The devastation begins, but the black
and white remains impregnable.

You cannot take your
Life without the witness of water. Let
the fire burn one's own palace.

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