In reality― you were

in a ring of fire. I had been

left with no claim on you.

Your failure had become mine.

This was not the game―

changer. Moon had latched

on the watery eyes. Synapsis

had started to break away.

The god wears different

apparels― as per the need of the

occasion. Nobody is going to say,

rest in peace.

Gradually I will stop

speaking about myself. When

my time comes, I will lose everything

and set you free.

The blind eagle will find its abode.