Sans Passions Poem by Satish Verma
Sans Passions
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.
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