To delegate death,
a mirror condenses the human sorrow
with an unclouded

The suffering competes
with debt and pain,
to find the difference between
just and unjust.

Prayer was not the full answer
to cross the beyond
of starvation.
A parasitic twin always rides
on your shoulder.

That infant of sun lied on earth
in the afterwords.
I heard someone crying
between the names.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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