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Dark Was Good
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Satish Verma You recite my old poems―
to understand the psyche
of human conflicts.
The long shadows won't leave
the fingerprints.
Between mind and soul
breathes a language
understood only by emotions.
I shiver when you
mime the real money. I go into
coma, to cross the
river of blues.
Future is pain.
Past was crime. In some god―
night I will write my swan song.
The life's many scripts
will remain unread
buried in the folds of sands.
