There Was No Protocol Poem by Satish Verma

There Was No Protocol



Half -minded. It was raining
red. The vampire was getting ready.
My home was burning.

Disinvesting my love. The
road in my heart goes to the river. The
slender moon is sad. Negotiation drops

I am dragging a broken
pillar. Your body becomes bone china.
I clan write the murder dates.

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