Shock The Garden Poem by Satish Verma
Shock The Garden
Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache
proud of failure
traces a circle.
Dark and eternal, in all its purity
punishment becomes an award for life.
It is not difficult to know
whether a god exists.
You commit suicide to become a god.
Inoculating falsehood
dying daily unto death was not my pitch.
Your mind breaks the moon in dark,
into hundred bright crumbs.
Each bit becomes a metaphor
To shock the garden.
`Dark and eternal, in all its purity punishment becomes an award for life.' .... blind truths, seldom seen, must unveil. care, sjg
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4/25/2024 3:27:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The sandwich was wrapped in a scrap of scripture. White bread, no mayonnaise, no butter, no mustard. The lord will provide. And cleanliness is next to go. A little in the spoon, bent so it stands independent of the moon. The heat is so cold. So desperately cold.