Where A God SleepsA Poem by Satish Vermastanding before a shut window―
At the end of the day,
standing before a shut window― in fear of power game under a cataract of twilight. A panther had visited again at night in your courtyard― to sniff out the hidden moons. Your ism was on fire. Logic gone. The weird neighbors had become bedfellows. A dirty war will ensue between the translation and original script, in fake and real. You slap a drum. Pathos. I have reached where I did not want to. © 2019 Satish VermaReviews
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