Poetry

A leap into death bed. 
The water of life 
had sucked you dry. 
 
Tracking a subtle sound, 
I was chasing you 
in the jungle of untruths. 
 
You being in the crowd, 
I was locating the god’s 
vision in failing lights. 
 
Who was hiding behind 
the torn pages of 
scriptures? The words 
 
had started bleeding. 
O, my god, the man was 
going to defile a beast!