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A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush 
and kiss the jessamine.

Last night, it was a 
retributory offer
to put off the candle.

I am here to stay 
for prudence, speaking 
the dialect of the nameless.

I survive the fetishes 
of light. O unknown, I 
live in darkness.

Moon was my solemn-
pledge. I had always stayed 
in the house of truth.

Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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