Transcendence Poem by Satish Verma

Transcendence



Light was aging. The
burden of moon, I want to
carry in my short poems.

A window shuts, holds
back the voices of requiem
for the departed sun.

How many black holes
humans need to bury ancient
lies of cults and faiths?

Monday, January 15, 2018
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