A distraught moon
takes a misstep
and goes behind the hill
to take a holy bath.

with a trespasser
and sends to night,
a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers.

Shades of lies haunt, in flames
of faith. A suicide bomber ploughs
through a playground, throwing the bits
of human pieces on nets.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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