Disgraced Planet

By: Satish Verma

Beyond the valley of death
there was eternal peace.
Thinking not to think
I drop the pretentions
it was coming home.

I ask the words, do not cry for me
A bridge exists between unheard music
And the silence of a tomb.

Let us walk in the ruins of a city
and read the history
of a disgraced planet.

SATISH VERMA

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