BREAD OF A MOON


For little grains of truth,
listening to intuition
he disrobed and walked into river
to die.

In the footsteps of silence
to eat bread of a moon
facing the onslaughts of life.

Death walks in stealthily,
pays the price of hunger
to the ruins of a fortress.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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