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.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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