A mere cosmic mistake? Nah! I must be a sculpture by some seasoned…
The Calamity – A Poem
As the sun goes high
in the east, it rises,
what will happen
to the beast and ghosts
of my mother’s stories?
truth always has
many versions of lies
until we know what’s true.
Ghosts and beasts
will all rise again
when the sun slips
into the day’s pain.
Alok Mishra
June 15, 2021
Nice poem.