My God
it was widening,
the rift, between waves and ocean:
the resilience of depth was going
to challenge the height of winds
on the beach
i stand against the sun
empowered to face a solar eclipse
unreal, something was sinister in the
shape of the house,
the child walks whole life to find
a door, the shock of the rape of a
moon in a prayer room, i drown
in birth of vision,
the hump of knives, in throats and
speech, you want freedom to pack the
dead body of floral tribute of words
SATISH VERMA
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