satishverma
In Cursive Style
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A bruise has appeared― 
where you had kissed me,
last night. O Miranda―
I am not going for any other moon.
Like Uranus, I bleed
in my eyes; from every pore.
Astraphobia― I am going to
stay in dark.
This theology of aneurysms?
Who was hoodwinking
the ancient gods in the battle
of murderous themes? My hands
start shaking.
A blue rash spreads.
In honeyed voice you invoke
your angel and seek blessings―
before you go for a rape.
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