A sin between us 
transcends hidden paths. 
I start digging endless questions. 
What was that interminable and esoteric? 
Give me a clue. Lift your hand 
and write the name of the recluse. 
I am connecting to unknown 
for the answer. 
we are all guilty here. 
Do not wait for me 
I have steered the boat 
towards the rapids. 
Without time a half moon 
will shift 
And I will weep for the fallen saint. 
Begging for the words 
beseeching the pernicious wounds 
I will go in hysteria. 
* The protagonist in Spanish Tragedy of Kyd.
Satish Verma
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