Flames
You wanted something to give.
A devout brings a chalice
for seed or semen.
In the silent valley,
a divine ratio acts-
undeterred.
This was ransom.
In the sunless depth
there will be collapse of a titan.
Minus a moon, the
planet revolves around
a black sun.
The hills had started
moving. Twin explosions
had targeted an evolution.
Satish Verma
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