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Sep 2019
The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.

like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear-

was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.

Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.

What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?

Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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