Armistice
unrearthing the fallen saint
you wash your feet
and enter the temple of forgotten god :
cult of escapc from
tangled half- truths
with dramatic entry of hysterics
you fail to accept yourself,
the grieving death – mask
transcends a fresco
labyrinthine, spacey
soul-sick mates
disputing for no things
the unstained shirt
reminds the absence
you bake a new recipe
SATISH VERMA
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