IMPLOSION

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Untimely. 
Illegitimate. 
I will not ask 
for an apology. 

The hymn 
started too early. 
The dust had 
settled on the lens. 

Imitation. 
Not real pearls. 
Your words do not 
convey the thought. 

There was a 
long distance – 
between your lips 
and my self-immolation.