Crowding
Interlude cheats:
the mind fails to understand.
Demining
refutes the salt.
You know:
the self-knowledge takes you to a tormentor
for intimate relationship. A dirty hand
scrapes the script.
A sudden flight, you do not want
to face the sun.
I pick up a book
and hide my face.
Parkinson’s dilemma:
The psychic persona
was shaking or tremors in thought.
Now unclasping.
Satish Verma
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