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There was no sky over your 
head. You sidestep the lake 
and drown in a stream. 

After carpet bombing of 
scars, you missed the moon 
and skimmed by 
virtue of birth. 

Lifting the stony vices 
for thanksgiving. A puppet─ 
dies on a string. Nobody 
claims the body. 

Mistrust runs deep. You 
will not ride the tiger─ 
again. The urn contains the 
ashes of blue eyes.

Satish Verma