satishverma
Brooding Over You
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A city grows in you 
overnight. You stand on the bridge
to watch the train whistling by.
More poems in starry
eyes. I catch the bouquet
of nicotiana― the night bloomer.
Nihilism tends
to wash the pungent smell of
purgatory. Who was
not a sinner?
When you are sad
I forget good byes and bring
the swan song of an oracle.
The truth does not
shine now. I make friends
with black ciphers, which
were pure.
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