Once I met
Once I met truth
I met once,
the truth under a roadside tree
standing under an umbrella
half visible
and face hidden..
A tryst I wasn’t sure of
or an encounter with a lost word?
He was wearing a black coat
tattered cloth, of course!
A bunch of rays appeared
behind an object
a silhouette of
ribs of the darkness spread like geometry
‘an aura’ he whispered
‘I have to catch the train
for the funeral of one of the lost Gods’,
he added and
ran towards the vanishing spot.
I know he lied. .
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