Strangely
In blood sport
you forget to die, disintegrating
though, cell by cell.
What an ambience-
of human nature ?
You drag the carcass-
of mutations whole life.
Now, selling the virginity
for charity ?
You build a castle-
of mud bricks as a tribute
to undying love-
for the poverty
of the saint, who had jumped
into the river.
Satish Verma
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