No Malaise
I trace the path of murder, reclaiming
the blood stains
on grass. Becoming a stranger
in my own land.
Stranger ? Yes.
Lead name missing.
Always wanted
less than enough.
I bare my chest
scrawling a blue butterfly trying to
unwrap the colour.
Satish Verma
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