<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song Of The Last Siren</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere in between slumber and arousal<br>the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories.<br>Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts.<br>Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away.<br>I scramble for sparks, my hands burn.<br>Very disquietening! <br>The severed bones in a heap.<br>They wanted to appease the goddess, <br>the gnomes were dancing in a circle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling.<br>Run, run for cover.<br>I scream in a dream.<br>Are we disintegrating? Disappearing? <br>A black hole is calling? <br>The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments, <br>We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror.<br>Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come hither my child of sorrow.<br>We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge<br>to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night, <br>stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon<br>will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove<br>of ancient wisdom.<br>Wake up<br>Bells are chiming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515383" data-title="Song Of The Last Siren de Satish Verma" data-description="Somewhere in between slumber and arousal the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. I scramble for sparks, my hands burn. Very d..."></div> </div> </div>

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