Rosy shades in
The flowers
Strewn
into
A wreath
For the reigning angel
Have
been stolen,
“A
mark of rebellion”,
A
Cassandra perception
Emerges
From the kitchen counsel
And
the angel
Fails to laugh it off
The giant stride of generosity
Decides
For the first time
To
talk to people
In
their native tongue
Learnt after
Years
of
Rigorous practice
© DEEPAK DARSHAK
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