satishverma
The Earthen Death
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Spurned,
staring into a void-
for a door,
burning a sage.
Wearing a veil to ward off
the curse.
You start the baby steps
getting there, near the noose,
weighing the planks.
Now you are breathing fast,
getting a hit, counting
the hymns.
The corrupt booms
rise and fall.
An overt withdrawal
from the bet, to sacrifice the bliss.
White lilies washed,
in tears, let down the shawls.
You can see the holy vice.
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