I wore you, a
tangent
over my eyebrow
circulating my wishes;
but
what temerity
I brewed my forehead
it formed a gully
and
all vertical creases
and horizontal lines on my forehead
frayed
along the dry path
© Tapeshwar Prasad
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A bit reminiscent of the crescent moon in Lord Shiva’s hair .Cryptic as usual .
Thanks poetess!