by Syed Shehzar M. Doja
The evening — the cold resilient sweet evening is adrift Listen! the muezzin screams into corners of himself. The sacrosanct is camouflage. Believe in the echo displacing convenient spaces displaying stain glassed windows folding on a dare. Disk is distant, it festers like moving frames in the back-alleys of a Nice I listened! to stained glass breaking and delivered (its) shrapnel as sacrifice.