You call your old comrade
from a mental cubicle
behind the rain-barricade,
confess that you have cheated.
Nothing matters now. If this
is a dream the truth shall never
emerge outside, and if
this is not the world within
the truth will be a Kafka paradox.
You disconnect, cross the hard rain,
face the policing you, the one
who keeps secrets hushed
for the sake of the peace.
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Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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