23 January, 2021

Eading Gita

I need you to fight my
war with celestial bodies after the broken
galaxy. Want to formulate a jump on pyre.

Of romance and violence.
I have started understanding the unknown-
to heal the humanist injuries.

It was a queer feeling.
Why are we alike? A miscellania of the
same wounds appear on our hands.

Satish Verma

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