9 october 2023

poetry

Satish Verma
Satish Verma

Piercing Cry

It froze in mid-
air, without sound, coming
from deep throat.

You washed the queer
words, with eyes water to
read the verdict.

Remove the topsoil
to find the hidden bones
of unique god.

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