8 may 2022
No Departures
A massive black hole
devoures the devdasi.
The temple becomes
a cadaver court.
Some say it was
less punishment for the sins
of the pulsar.
The dancing baby
in the womb of rubble
of prayers does not want
to come out.
It was a price of
dying intact.
The incense of screaming
roses blooms. How much
heavy was the wreath?
Overnight the image
was replaced. There was
no spinning wheel. Only
a water cistern.
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