When they finally got the cadaver,
No incisions were necessary
Old scars – which made a tumultuous maze
On his chest – had opened up on their own
They found a heart as dark as Urdu
Enshrined in Coagulated dreams
Rusted with unanswered prayers
Broken pieces of a love long given-up on
The disemboweled stomach was lined with lies
A lifetime diet of deceits had led to
fragmented madness to float in a
Bulbous pus of treachery and dishonesty
Muscles atrophied by regret
Gnawed by maggots of fate,
Nothing held the sad frame together
Except grief frozen in formaldehyde
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