No Good Reasons Poem by Satish Verma

No Good Reasons



I am changing, not
fractious. This was a mystic feel
of talking with muted god.

The stealing power snubs.
Why the protester needs an ally to
unravel the unwritten prayers.

Ah the snobbish light
perceives the darkness to understand
socratic sermons. Why I will suffer?

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