Living
someone’s else death?
Was that an explicit experiment?
Starting with an Adonis
to stitch
the wounds of angels.
An unlikely
walk through the tumor
of breast, where
no milk ejects
the ancestory. I hold
the words without meaning.
It was a tragic
flow of history.
The echo was searching a sky.
Satish Verma
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