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Overtaken By Shadows
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Satish Verma You make history,
for not being ego-driven―
but taking in, poison
of blue necks.
I will ask you now,
to come home. This was
an instant hybrid effect.
When you appear in disguises
to conceal your love, I will
know what was your religion.
The flesh and bones revolt. You
tremble and crash like violent
waves on the beach.
The particulars waver.
You want to turn a new leaf,
lighting the earthen lamp at the door.
There was no ending
of night in moving sun eclipse.
I was behind the moon.
