Stone Catchers

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Satish Verma

The vertical thought had 
jumped on the moon 
without any qualms. 

Do you think, the dreams 
will sell to man 
these butterflies. 

The ants were waiting 
for the death of the lamb 
wandering in the neighbour’s field. 

O God, how long we will 
drink this potion 
of the stone catchers?

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