Gifting Away Poem by Satish Verma

Gifting Away



Want to return,
to unknowing, the
trap door.

Filling up the gaps,
the arrow slits. No more
I will need weapons.

Trespassing the,
brutality of sin, committed
against the sanctity―

of body. This is how
I am re-creating myself
without morbidity.

Annihilation, was not
the answer. I am holding
the gold leaves of sun.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015
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