After The Sunset

by Satish Verma   Nov 29, 2021

Night was young.
Shameless moon
wanted to talk to me.

Will do what?
I was not supposed to do,
holding back the tears.

We had killed
ourselves with indelible scars
for a puppet show.

rind of bloody orange in
the eyes of severed head.


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