A PERILOUS JOURNEY

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Satish Verma

For a moonshine, 
there was no moon. 
There was no moon 
for a moonshine. 

It starts a tenuous 
soliloquy, raising a  
slew of questions. 

Slew of questions will 
evoke a mixed response. 

Were you ready for 
a sleepover at the shrine 
to watch the St. Vitus's dance. 

It was leaking at night 
from the corner of eyes. 

Unaging was the secret 
of polity. Are you in?

Satish Verma