The silence says it out, loud! Shall we ever find it? Again? More agony, more…
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.