Unlearning
One day,
I will walk out of my wounds
to stand before the scriptures
and kneel before the fire.
Why,
did I wait for the sun to rise
in fractured stasis of dark moon ?
My smiling mate ?
The rapturous beating of chest
by unclenched buds of shame,
after you slept with flame,
embroiled.
Licking the underexposed
gems of sins.
Satish Verma
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