satishverma
Transgressing
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As if opiated, something impossible, I was
asking from you.
I was very angry
with me, carrying the unborn―
baby-dreams, in my arms,
and leaving you behind- flawless.
Learning against the past,
I would commit the old fixation
in my sight, to clasp
your sweaty hand for a while.
And under the April moon
you were walking,
scattering the rose petals―
on the way to a shrine.
Do prayers heal a man
who preemptively
went for the assault?
I was, what I am not.
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