A machine pain,
scripts the name secretly,
intones the verdict.
*
I don't need,
to prove it, like the man
who sells the dreams.
*
Privacy interrupted,
I have come out in open,
to commit the god.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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