How many times a poem has to die

Before it can resurface from untimely extinction

It’s depth screams from forced obsolescence

A superficial inquiry

Superficial glance

Poet is at the shore

Witnessing a poem struggling to stay afloat

Dunked in failed ideologies

Where’s the depth to immerse the sentiments?

Even after death there is rebirth

Liberation of an eternal kind


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