It is dark. The candle
goes out. You appear soft. Will
not uptake? There is no unacceptance.
Love undertakes about-turn.
The path is very long. There is no
end. Why am I trembling?
From the burning place,
where has gone peace? Originality fears.
It is better to tell, there is no God.
I can save a dying
woman by telling lies. Is the judge
full right to make her free?
Satish Verma
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