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English Poetry

A severed head sits upright on mud floor
coruscating in moonlight. It was a meditating
Buddha with eyes downcast after a perfect death.

With indecent exposure there was no artifact
to celebrate. The steel was rusted and the name
erased from the asylum.

You walk like a stranger in your home,
possessed, in merciless purity. The greatness
of unbeliever touches a giant guilt.

Satish Verma

One Comment

  1. renukakkar says:

    nice poem…depicts the breaking up of the buddhist statues in afghistan by the talibans there some years ago, i think

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