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FUNERAL RITES
FUNERAL RITES
Hunter and the hunted -
It's a breach of contract
Finger , pointed at me ,accusing ,my dad .
Muse forefather , consecrated water ,
An agreement on half burnt chest ,
Primitive scribes chiselled-
Dad, you shake me in my sleep
Lifeless curses on me
Zenith of fear, I agonists
Tent a bye-pass
My love offerings to you dad .
My son breakes glass
Leap beyond circles
I weep in remorse
How I imposed solitude on you!
Brunt out ashes
Broken words-
Dad..............my Day.
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