the world must die
for a love like ours
to live,
not in sleep on a silken soft bed,
neither as an act of sacred martyrdom
but
every inch of the body covered
in pink maggots,
slushing blood and tissues…
rivers dragging
through a hose nozzle,
tongues shaved,
and history beaten like a coke tin.
the world must die
like a carcass of a house lizard
quietly swept as dust,
a last breath heavy with regrets,
retching apologies,
unheard and unforgiven,
its bodies
buried
and bombed at once,
its stories all deleted,
its hopes smashed cigarette butts.
the world must die a death
so unfulfilled and so quiet
just
for you,
and I.
Rachit Sharma designs and facilitates immersive leadership programs for young people in India. He has been engaged with a number of social causes. Currently, he resides in Meerut.
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