Foggy Night Poem by Satish Verma

Foggy Night



A machine pain,
scripts the name secretly,
intones the verdict.

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I don't need,
to prove it, like the man
who sells the dreams.

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Privacy interrupted,
I have come out in open,
to commit the god.

Thursday, December 4, 2014
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