Picking Relics Poem by Satish Verma

Picking Relics



You didn't want to
age, rediscovering,
pain of birth, to live.

To remain atheist
was better than many gods. You
belong to yourself.

Juxtaposed with
blank walls, a bohemian
draws image of sin.

Sunday, November 10, 2019
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