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?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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