It should not have come early;
the death, had insulted the terrible suffering...

You forgot the lines
and lineage. Getting all...

The roses you bring every morning
become an interval between hope and ending...

Face to face, I was bewildered.
What was happening to the garden...

You are not with yourself today.
Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud...

Immensity of deviation was exploding.
Abruptly my frail frame collapsed...

Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names...

A dented version of an old grudge,
blackened lips with an elite song...

For human face of death
umbilical cord need not...

In search of a missing clock
he went to the city of a fake encounter...

The men were pulled out
from homes...

He refused to yield,
and the stars were burning hot...