a life strung with severed heads.
Along the roots of an unbidden rainrises the estranged stamen,
casting its violet shadow
into the cup of tea.
I eat the steaming violet
along with my tea.
From the sanctum of the jasmine flower,
even the winds arise,
wandering winds
and a life strung with severed heads.
Poetry by sinha murari
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Written on 2026-09-07 at 16:35
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