The sun shivers to pale
Despite his incandescence
The breeze sprays fatal venom
While frozen tides get trapped
Conjure their transformation
Into lofty snow clad peaks
The floral resplendence churns
Coagulates into a filthy grey
The nectar of a sacrificial infant
Drips out drop by drop
As his sinews burst on plate
Adjacent but afar from turmoil
The chants echo to eternity
Whereas the chorus reverberates
Like the forces of fleeting foe
I know not these footmarks
Are mine or of what I fight against.
Delhi
2096
23.9.23
12.23hrs
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