One Pyrexia

Satish Verma

I am the circumference 
and I am the center. 
My math has failed. 

Snooping at your dark gods, 
the pi fumbles. Reverse 
osmosis starts. 

After lynching the saint 
you put him on pedestal. 
The frenzy, the blaze, and mayhem begins. 

The portrait of the fugitive 
was incomplete. Lilies 
drop the colors and become nuns. 

The cage becomes bigger. 
You leave the salt. Tears 
with laughter would do.

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I got that whole laughter

I got that whole laughter with tears things down...

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