Bread Of A Moon

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Satish Verma

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.