Solace

How we could dream of ?
warm water. Tipping.
under the lagging feet
the land is hot. creeping.

The pair of legs
woman and man
striding, each with eyes of vengeance
a thirst. un-quenched.

with the eyes open
red gray horizon, beige of an ocean.
the clapping hands for setting sun.

interfering ship
coming between me and the virtue
when I close my eyes and remember.

types of tell.
a story, an extravaganza.
a porn.

there is a death
ahead, my life.
but faith! no mercy.

-Krishna Rai 
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