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Cobra Night
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Satish Verma You had failed
the truth, staring at
the hot sun.
To prove the criminality
of demigods, you
use a ploy to listen to
the inner voice.
The body revolts.
Fluids break the
boundaries against the
mixed thoughts.
You pick up the
grace of a fallen star.
Night weeps for all night.
Mystery of truth was
never solved.
You can transcend
the deep pain now.
