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Nightfall
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Satish Verma Street-the evil incarnate
runs after the people. I stay in smoke
to hide the pain of candle in wind.
I feel uneasy. Listen
to earth. Who was crying? I accost the moon.
I have to say something in the fog.
Bilberries leave the marks.
Your eyes are brown. Gold fishes swim.
I peel off my skin to see your face.
