Renunciation Poem by Satish Verma

Renunciation



The bifurcation―
was complete.
A fire baby―
and a weird ritual.

Criticality was redundant,
once I knew your gender.

Reeking of timelessness
in zero hour.
You fly the balloons―
from the ruins.

I scraifice a tree
for you, with
a shrill cry―
falling mid-flight.

White moon had
become very harsh.
I will bring honey
for night.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016
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