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* The Dead Tiger
Folder:
Satish Verma the hunt begins after sunset
under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds
start visiting volitionlessly:
the nesting eagles, I choose
this bitter absurdity of large wings
under the sun, where they will announce the shade,
a lonely patch of life, of signature
kill of future, the metamorphosis of a street
into unending wait;
undress the sleeping lion
of combat fatigue, his brain splattered,
the dreams moved like tectonic plates
* On seeing the body of Vellupillai Prabhakaran
