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Slipping
Folder:
Satish Verma The danger lurks in corner.
After double helix,
Now cobalt pencil writes
the history of mankind.
Dirty bomb gives determinate
meaning of peace. I turn back
to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass
you bend for the cuckoo.
Rattle snake in a jar or in bush
strikes awe. Everything comes to
naught when you move faster along
with teeth.
Suspended beans unhulled, were bent
upon to obliterate the white roots
suspended in air. I purse
my lips to kiss a rope.
