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Bizarre!
The dream woke him up with a start.
Such a dream will wake up any guy!
A shudder passed through him.
Dead of night—the howl of a stray dog added to the uneasiness. Was it a premonition? The Grim Reaper stared malevolently; neon sign lit up the urgent message on the billboard, at the interstate highway, his car waiting at the traffic signal, in New Delhi’s tri-junction at the Connaught Place:

Afghanistan in the name of power
https://www.differenttruths.com/literature/poems/afghanist…




Pandemic pains stored inside
All the pains
Accumulated in the
Voids, like the
Chits in a glass,
Aches
Bottled…




Meditating Autumn
The mix of light and gloom, fragility and cessation hypnotic: new vantage point emerges, the seasonal decay and assimilation in the earth, it all leads to another form and rebirth