Sunbeams
I will not play
for you,
in burning shadows.
Bribing the body
to sequester the soul
via ripping steel-
of a blade of grass.
He stopped at the door
for a short while –
to sharpen the proboscis
for blood and dogma
of a fake country.
Cannot pardon me.
I will present to you
my earth, as cow.
Satish Verma
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