At the End

by Satish Verma

The ultimate, unsung -
spreads out
and sails to oblivion.

I wanted to become
you, in desperation,
clinging to a swan song.

The great wall -
of silence, built on sand
still stands in hurricane.

Questions mate -
behind the curtain.
The truth stands naked on stage.

Nothing to declare
now, I collect the pebbles
of childhood, hidden

from your eyes.
Locking the door behind,
I walk out to liberation.

02-Apr-2014

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