Man and the Beast
After knowing so much
of unknown,
you were afraid, but I
lunge for the relic.
How far you will sink
in the depth of cries ?
The moon will not-
offer her lips.
Light will not give you
the vision. A sin unrolls.
The city burns in its-
own garbage.
As soon as the water
dries, eyes will blink-
to nail down the constellation
in fog. The tongues retreat.
Satish Verma
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