Camouflage
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Rahman Henry
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Night is as of Morning
Darkness—not visible
Yet, at times, from all the directions around
Rises a lot of screaming-sound
Silence
As if the cream of blood
Covers our aloof and inactive crowd
With the help of a sheet's shroud
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