The Kicking Winds
A doer was seeking
a physical thing
in this age of carnality.
Truth falls on your
path when you become
an absentee.
Take a break from
the silent assaults. Do
not go for a dirty play.
I will not do any
commerce with the paid
style of the omnivores.
The soil does not need
any weapons. It was
always under your feet.
I will wait for a disaster
to happen.
Satish Verma
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