satishverma

Revelatory Execution

Listening to green voice― 
genderlessly, 
I anoint the beautiful death. 

Stream of consciousness slides 
on shell of faith. 
You disturb the pattern of life. 

The core question was, 
who did not hunt 
with brutality, the lost horizon? 

I become radical 
in captivity. But the exit 
was inside me. 

Through the small window 
I will catch the baby sun 
to become my muse.



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