Blue Tapestry

At the ritual you
become half angel and
spread the cascading black
hair on white moons.

The unwritten words
can start a private violence
in public domain.

I suffer silently
digitally in discrete
signs. I will not project
any genesis.

Inspite of voiceless
protests, you inherit my
theme, like the morning
glory of sun.

There is no mutilation
of truth. I will
take the Agni test to
prove my incapability.

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