I do not display, but am. <br />Where the heart lies. <br />In truth. I try to discover the centre <br />of sorrow and bliss. <br />Life has not given <br />me full text of death. <br />The shadows are larger than reals. <br /> <br />You will not remember me <br />in endless night. <br />I am going on a long journey <br />to find out what is death of a name <br />the death of a prayer, <br />and ending of self. <br />The naked helices of truth are blazing. <br /> <br />Death of a dawn <br />some thing dies in me. <br />I don’t grieve. <br />The frozen pain melts, <br />legend withers. <br />The shadow is liberated from image. <br />The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/legend-withers/
