The Revenge
Unleaving an untitled archive
for the blind turner
the sizzling weather was over –
as the hawk descends
on a wounded hyena
digging a grave.
Each mortality had a price,
the justice had to pay
for unfaithful wife.
To be far away from the image
in the eyes of a queen
the king cobra strikes back.
Satish Verma
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