Benevolence
Need mercy for a
Freudian slip.
I was sitting on a window.
The light went out
from the eyes of the masterpiece.
Only stones were left.
Give me the figurine.
I wanted to cut open the navel
and find out the blue god.
Will you pull the chariot
of moon ? The black horses
will not send the blessings.
The dawn was still hiding
in a bunker. First you feed
a child and then kill the rising sun.
Satish Verma
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