Hazel Eyed Silence
She looked into my mind
Peace, gentle Maenad
The Adrishyas are nigh
Swarnakavach has risen
In the dusty mounds of night
Soft Apocrypha shakes her mane slightly
Urvashi dances again.
And....
A man walks past
In tattered Dhoti-Kurta
A red truck stands and growls
Green flakes of silence flow.
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