How do you Laugh?

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Satish Verma

The messenger knocks
on the door, in control of the message.
''Are you ready for self-questioning?''

Digression begins. The
red rains start, with noises. Any hand
of god touches the shoulder of the betrayal.

My last toast spills. I
wait for the waning sun to
enshrine my tabled memories.