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POEM: Abhaya

Stand atop the wall.
Feel the conch sound.
Watch the arrows sail.
Survey the killing ground.

Know you’ll someday die.
As will all, I suppose.
For those who die well,
it is no tale of woe.


1 Comment

  1. grace says:

    Every week, something as new and persuasive as the position offered the week before.

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