satishverma

The Explosion

I sleep, I wake 
for a vigil. 
What was time? 

The godhood 
fails, when you 
become a beast. 

The thick cloud 
of sulphur, 
after the blast― 

rains limbs. To 
meet god, this 
was so easy?



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