the stationary hands arranged obliquely
in space, trying to hold the falling breath.
words, through porous fingers
clutching the web rolls down the faded red,
stays momentarily on the the pulsating vein.
she withdraw her hands
from a strange eye
as the evening moon
in all its might, evades
the red lament of sun.

subodh pandey

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