Some Questions
When would you say it is
enough ?
No more, any morsel !
Take away my bowl from here to there.
When would you say ?
The collective prize of the unknown world
may be despoiled if you
remained silent.
The wilted rose sits in
my hand.
How can I offer it, at the sepulchered god ?
It is hurting. The animals
walk away after the fill. Do not collect the garbage
around them,
like you.
The naked primate stood one day on his legs
and was still standing.
Satish Verma
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