Trenchant

cyriac maliakkal

I followed the cruel and affected life.

I considered this dawn was green

But it was black.

Everywhere was silent and everyone

Was quiet.

There was no rise at dawn

There was an exhuation after a

Funeral pyre.

After a three nights eyes were

Blinded with freeze.

Light of misbehavior brought a

Unsympathetic ways.

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