The Sacred Revenge
Infamous in death.
You stop fighting-
with me. I will ask the dynasty,
Where was your enemy ?
It was within you, he
said. Crawling in the dark-
poems. Will you invite
the monk for the atonement ?
Spiritual ? Between the
sentences, you fall asleep.
Green-crockery turn to a
naked statue, for comfort.
The black lips start
kissing the red hooks.
Satish Verma
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