15 may 2022
Renewal Of Faith
At middle of nowhere
I don't want to believe
in your truth.
In white robes
a crowd, like mushrooms
of same genes, raising their
heads, after paying obeisance to
mother's mausoleum.
It was still a face
of terror, my trampled
future in our nemesis.
Was it a divine curse?
I remain, who I was. Unscathed
unharmed, after you left
before the knif's plunge.
The alternate damage was
mine. I will bear the asp's
bite in my glory.
Closing the door of
crypt was not my choice.
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