Salvaging
1
The reluctant thereness
I want to embrace.
The spiritualism without a god ?
This whispering darkness –
always becomes an incensed flesh.
I unwrap myself.
2
Please let me touch
the multistrands of understanding.
After all what was a religion ?
You were always seeking an exit.
The betrayal, godliness and
fog hours. I always remained obsessed
with the failing lights.
Satish Verma
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