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The Shaken Faith
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Satish Verma Incandescent―
the oil lamps floating
on the holy river, have
started bleeding.
So much blood had spilled
on the street, after
slitting the throats of a
runaway couple.
This was not my religion.
Do not steal me from my
footsteps, wounded by
the gifts given by you, I
will not come back.
I have stopped reading our gods.
It was the lynching of the savior.
Let me count the dots and―
dashes, the unsaid crimes
of opening the text books.
