Nikita Parik

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Skyline of a Prayer

Fazr azaan breaks
the sky into two.
The lit half is a prayer.

Its glowing mouth spreads
through my language
and settles in my chest.

Maybe God is
the singular breath
that floods you whole?

Someone exhales
a muted ardas
somewhere.

It rises to the ether
and becomes
the sun.

All faith
prerequisites
abandonment

So this prayer
abandons me
and becomes itself.




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