Wreaths On Door
fingers printed on face
they offered apologies for the mudslide
after the typhoon
standing on the mound
of twisted bones ;
the state had the right
to trample and extinguish
a bright flame,
a meteor, streak of dissent
only the sect, the clan
will surround the holy tree
to save the doomed species in the jungle
of laughing hyenas
i see my limbs separated
a piano remains untuned
SATISH VERMA
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