Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be...

On the battle turfs of a vernacular
hunger, the hikes were killing...

Will you walk with me
on the banks of a silent and invisible river...

Fear of a mound,
tumbling down...

Trapped in your body
a city starts...

The twisted moon
moved horizontally...

Night was descending
on the tonsured heads...

Last night
moon was following me...

In situ,
a pod holds a promise...

For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death...

For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin...

Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate...