Dumbfounded

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A blacksmith exploded a missile 
at point-blank 
to lower the animal 
in a candid manner. 
So close that truth went brute. 

Nativity of a patriarch 
was challenged. 
The birds had migrated a long distance 
to find the water. 
The doors remained unlocked. 

An apology for the flesh. Bones 
had exited long back. Sermon 
was writ large on the face of moon. 
Night was very black. 
Aphonia was the word.

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