Undestined

by Satish Verma   Jan 6, 2021


This was an illegal kill
between you and me.
I will abdicate-
my headstone.

The black eyes keep on staring
at the orange wings.
Butterflies presage
the quake's qualms.

Very unsettled, I was,
against the odds. I was trying
to figure out my-
new passage.

Slaughtered with a sickle,
a faith lies-
bleeding, I bring out the
cannabis for peace.

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