25 february 2021
Crossroads
At crisis of
inquiry, you search
the questions.
Life throws up a savage violence.
Bruising our psychies
we try to know each other.
At the end of the road,
we try to start a conversation.
There was a huge presence―
of some unseen force.
Much ado, looking
through each other. Would
you call me again?
Let there be a brutal
confession. I take back
my words and rewrite a poem.
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