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Sep 2017
A weird solatium
was offered by putting
off the lights.

The animal inside you,
wants to apologise
for remaining pure.

The pastoral grief of―
a wayward priest―
comes to fore to be stared at.

Lessons inspired by
light were waiting
for the dark night.

And a tiger mauls
a hidden lecher
in the deep bush.
Written by
Satsih Verma
149
     Jayantee Khare, Kash and Shanath
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