Why those uneven endings?
Right before the world, I saw you
creating unleashed fever that summoned,
meanwhile I was driving away...

Please hold the loving name of
that homesick curious woman,
binds everything to the imaginary solitary;
Stones of that beach, those leathery
playgrounds which told me to stop,
connected me to another philosophical
question. Silence, a rugged bed sheet of
shallow stream glowing naive little droplets,
despite those multiple apologies the woods
of that beloved tree got destroyed destroying my
feathers I preserved benevolently,
where I bethought myself the severe
cuts developed betimes cleansed my soul.

Cottiers remembered the woods
where she left the silenced drought
of frozen attraction covered in
white ice of eyelashes, the stones from
fresh poisoned pricks and faiths.
My sweet lagoon of blue waters,
remember if you go…

- The Plutonic Wrath (Shreya Barai)
28th June, 2020

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