the murderer was sheathed
within the sword.
and he rode a purebred steed,
galloping in to the endless desert
of yesterday
pigeons had hardened their wings,
the long marathon flight
above the endless ocean
had at last commenced
and their through the latticed windows
of the dargah
hundred pairs of eyes watched
the congregation getting restive
but nothing happened
no one moved
not a word was ever said.
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