20 march 2021
Ambivalence
Your limbs tremble―
when you stand erect
to end the silence.
Nobody wants the clamor put to sleep.
It was a direct insult
of surgical kill.
When it was light, you start
covering yourself, caught in a vise.
Every dialogue was worth living.
You can only pray for the wrongs,
come to right.
A secret of tongue was
out. Ladders and snakes,
snakes and ladders, were not meant
for you.
The ambulances has always written the
letters― in reverse.
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