Resurrected
Breathing stigma
a failed answer brings
an avalanche of questions.
Milk and cereals
were abandoned
ceding the hunger.
The inside war
was reflecting in the
contour of eyes.
A hypergraphia was
making a genius out
of rags.
Burn my candle, burn,
out of the dark
a pierced art was becoming a miracle.
Satish Verma
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