03 November, 2020

Point End

Believing in my own myths,
just to remember your face, I am
sketching you with the knife on my palm.

Cremation brings some memories
of pangs. You collect the ashes of the temple.
I cannot see you in light.

When the moon forgets to take
an orbit of earth, it was dead time. 
An orange-blood freak breaks the rules.

Satish Verma

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