Haloed Love

The vein drawn taut and the blood oozes

there is amorphous cloud in the making

as the angels sing the hymns of devotional love

And the squirrels burrow holes in the maiden’s house

she parks the car as by the noon there is light

to lit the garden in the aftermath of haloed sun

which has pitched obeisance under the chimney of love

She was silent when the blood flowed and she was empty

of movement and the body.

Haloed

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