Sans Passions

satishverma

After reaching, near─ 
the crumbling wall, you 
enter the moment, for 
want of an apology. 

The surge walks with 
the moon for a─ 
beheading. I was unaware 
of the kindness. 

The fierce revenge of the 
night. Somewhere there was 
an aberration. Two stark naked 
kin went down fighting for a fish. 

It was homage to the 
pain after summary execution. 
There was no resistance left 
after the merciful end.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 4th, 2017 00:11
  • Category: Nature
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