A TRAVESTY
that veil the vision, moralising future
with doubtful glories urge us to move backward:
echoes of the dead reverberate; no use
setting the alarm to go off 2010
stashed away in empty slogans life's seconds
periodically exhumed is a travesty
of obsolescence of the sun ever clouded
Gateway of India or Delhi's Circus
suffer midnight lust with rites of consummation
like the conclusion of a tragic poem
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