27 may 2020
A Grave Question
The bio sheet remains
incomplete.
I am leaving the papers blank.
Singed, as the white coal:
the ash, smudged on eye brows.
I have come to rekindle
the dying flames.
The anger was mine,
scolding the scarf in winter storm,
what was the need to spread the
white sheet?
Like you will not write, an―
apology for kissing a cobra tongue.
It was ok to become a fool?
Where a tear sits on
the edge to fall in silence
for not undoing the hawthorn?
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