Poetry at Sangam

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The Age of Post Truth

There is an eclipse
                                                           along the moon’s path
lying in wait
                                                           virtually in space
a shadowed seizer
given celestial sanction
by drops of soma

                                                           dimming down dharma
                                                           like a rogue node
                                                           craving even as it quaffs

seers call it poison time
when it arrives                                   in a meme buzz
machine-gunning fog
through colonnaded mythologies.

 
 
 

← Mrinalini Harchandrai