Confrontation
An acid test under
thin, misty moon.
The words were yours;
thoughts were mine.
There was an aura of
suspense. A muddy patch,
before the alarm-
suddenly went off.
A quasi-fear, when you
find a freeze. There was
no evidence of a corrupt
god becoming a man.
You want to change
the rules of the chastity-
and faith. You don’t believe
in me. I don’t trust you.
Satish Verma
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