The Shriek

Arising before the dawn, to meet the earth, your honeymoon was over with innocent. You start becoming extinct, with stained excuses. Naked as a belief. There was no contradiction. An imitation will take over, for the surreal tomb. A gift of rain will fill the bowl left for Buddha, who was still sleeping with eyes half-open. A sage grouse begins the mating dance. Can you speak for the scars ? They promised to remain mute. Satish Verma