POEM: Abhaya Posted on August 21, 2017 by B Gourley 1 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. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...