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Where A God Sleeps
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Satish Verma At the end of the day,
standing before a shut window―
in fear of power game
under a cataract of twilight.
A panther had visited
again at night in your courtyard―
to sniff out the
hidden moons.
Your ism was on fire.
Logic gone. The weird neighbors
had become bedfellows.
A dirty war will ensue
between the translation and
original script, in fake
and real.
You slap a drum. Pathos.
I have reached where I
did not want to.
